Then the Punter, didn’t catch 'is name,
said - Nature’s dead...!
No mystery left there anymore,
it’s all passé.
If that’s the case we’re now deceased
for sure, all gone away what’s more
with toxins shrinking
off our heads.
A blasé sort of declaration,
apropos of little else it seemed -
sort of tossed into the ring, without
much thought before, or afterwards.
Most people just ignored it.
I tried and failed, woke up bewailing
Nature’s sad demise; I kind
of liked the passing season's change,
enjoyed the ride.
But I’d a better guide whose
view was used to termination
out of time - because it says
we’re well along the way ...
© 29 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
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