So little egrets spread while sparrows fail
So what, and what's an egret, the reply.
We need no local warning, we must die
Tomorrow; don't be solemn, drink your ale.
In hope, we have expressed a slight concern
That generates an automatic sneer,
Indifference prevails; but should we fear
The ratpack, raving, giggling, turn by turn?
We face extinction or eternity,
And cannot yet avoid, though we may try,
Our expectation of the death of air.
Consent is not an answer; we are free.
And hope itself compels us to deny
That hope depends entirely on despair.