If the six billion

On the planet

To a woman

Decided

That it was worth saving

That puppy foxes

In the spring air

Scratching parasites

And springing hope eternal

Still brought a smile

Still told of an eden

Lost by some

Enriched by most

Then a duty might be heard

Calling in the distance



If the chemistry

On the planet

Collided

To expectation

Much would be saved

The parasites would flourish

In the long winter

The scorching greenhouse

Thirty, as we know it

Would perhaps be old age

Or not at all

Depending on the brew

In the collision

Who cares? Right?

Duty as a chemical event

Duty as an inevitable event

Right?



Ha...

So sayeth the lord