Masters of the Universe
Here comes the sun and the moon and the stars,
The earth’s a blue marble next to bloody red mars,
And what’s in the midst of them, what’s in the night?
The mystery of gravity, spacetime and light?
And we who look up to them, we who are small,
try to explain.
Here comes the rain, the hail, sleet and snow,
The frost and the sea mist, the wind that will blow,
Where do they come from, where will they go?
The tides that are rising their ebb and their flow?
And we who will feel them, we who are small,
try to predict.
Here comes the swallow, the martin, the swift,
Migration to England over African Rift,
Monarch, Red Admiral, Humming bird moth,
Wings that worth more than any gold cloth,
And we wish to count them, we wait their return,
to summer’s long lease.
There goes the pilchard shoals, the Huer’s last cry,
Followed by tuna, tracked down till they die,
Cod, marlin and swordfish, monkfish and hake,
Trawler net dredging with blood in its wake,
And we who consume them, we who are blind,
Here comes acidity, salinity and methane,
oil, gas, petroleum, carbon and butane,
earth’s kept them hidden, silent for years,
why did we find them? why did we we drill?
We think we are masters, we seekers of thrill,
try to control.
Who is the cancer, who is the sore
on the face of our planet? Who is it wants more?
We’ve been here 5 minutes, its a blink of the eye,
Enough time to spoil, desecrate, poison and die.
We think we have knowledge, we think we have right,
we think the blue planet will turn out all right.
Just keep on consuming, just keep the cash flow
just keep on assuming, colluding but know
(cadence nicked from WH Auden’s Night Mail)