POEM - A Dangerous Job

It may be a dangerous job

But oh the prestige it brings

To be suspended on cables

Hundreds of feet in the air

I feel the breezes of freedom

Course through my pompadour

A mighty wind like eagles wings

Flutters across my face

And I look up, soaked in patriotic glow

I am the one that knows

That knows the nose

And which way the wind blows

From which way the current flows

And where the flow goes

And each day I drop

From the noble forehead

Of Washington or Jefferson

Roosevelt or Lincoln

Past their never blinking eyes

I slide down the jutting dorsum

Then slip over the bulbous ala

Swing under a cavernous nostril

And deftly grasping the stern columella

I come to rest on an impressive philtrum

I take in this rare view but a moment

Before I ceremoniously swab and cleanse

The stony nasal cavity above my head