It sets on fire what might inspire
The necessities that life might require.
Clean water, air, fresh green grass, and trees,
An atmosphere to neither roast nor freeze.
These are essentials on demand to please.
Are these simplicities beyond our means?
Life exists to resist its own demise, to perpetrate
Upon this fierce universe itself towards eternity.
There is no shape or transformation it will deny
To supply solidities and permanence to its elements.
So what grotesquery implants itself into humanity
To seduce this most strange latest concoction of bone and flesh
To digress from fundamentals, seek so eagerly the extinction
Of all sense and value with events of total self-destruction?
What brings forth this slavery to death
To choke an entire planet of its breath?