The implacable foe is us, I don’t know.
Should I stop eating beef?
Don’t give me grief.
I don’t do fracking, there’s no oil in my back yard.
I don’t try hard.
Burning fossil fuels, yes I do.
I like central heating, don’t you?
Before 1850 all was organic.
Now we are supposed to panic.
We sleepwalk into oblivion, into Hell.
Some say they care, oh well.
We make our bed, we lie in it.
We may die in it.
Death is inevitable, must it be so soon?
We had people on the Moon.
8th February, 2019