And Shakespeare has nothing to say
To the dearth of insects
And the last lung of the earth
The Collected Works
Should be Hamlet up on a stage
Muttering "Words Words Words..."
And here are more
That won't grow the polar ice-caps
Or bring the Koala Bear back
Doom is ticking
And not in a measured way
Doom is coming
And it too has nothing to say
felicity:
Nice!