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Wrapped in a thin sheet Below us earth and rock Over the iron core. Above us the frail layer of life Dwindles, thinned out even before We reach the tops of mountains. Imagine if it evaporated Or blew away. That would be The end of it. Of us all. Think if it were destroyed, If dust and ash were churned up into the air, We would choke on the poison around us. See how we weaken it. Distressed with unwanted fumes, Thrown off balance. Suppose for a moment It could not support us anymore And the clock could not be turned back. We haven’t been here before. The greatest danger is of A beginning whose end We can’t discern. |
