You cannot answer the immaculate conception
That would be to enter the mind of God. Our job
Is to pick up the scattered remains
Of existence in the liquidity of eyes.
We no longer have contact with horses
Though we can learn much from dogs
From their courage and virtue
We must feed the furry furnaces
Of life. Taste the coldness of water
Do not limit our hearts to vague
Emasculated empathy that costs
Us nothing.  If the fierceness of life
Intimidates you, think of your ancestors
Battling with sword and axe
Fingers scraping at frozen earth
There's a Greek saying that all
Good things spring from virtue
When we are worthy of ourselves 
Though troubles and trials beset us,
We are worthy of ourselves.