Introduction: A hand above and a hand below,To steal their stars and stunt their growth.Beneath the earth, the hidden lie,Our hands descend while they reach highWhose line is it that I must tow?____________________________On the other side they beckon to go,Their rise deep down, the difference unknown.Shall I follow their path? Face up, down low.Whose line is it that I must tow?____________________________Down there, they're lost. Like mice in a mazeThey scathe and they steal under Death's weary gazeYet still, as they look, their aim looks on highWhere their dreams begin, ours have long since diedWhose line is it that I must tow?____________________________Birthed with eyes that cast down; we've never asked why."Divine, our blood", they claim, and they lie.If down there are the bees, then up here, the beehive.We are the hands that steal the sky....