Down Canyons

How do you get down to the idyllic
Of people arm and arm, strolling along
An empty beach in greener countryside?

Or simply the idyll of getting on
With ordinary economic existence,
A couple of stones clunking down canyons?

Somewhere in there, someone fell,
And that was the end for you.
And where is the end for you,
The little scraping that’s true?