ECOPHAGY.

Occasionally there is clear proof
That all the fools who are aloof
Will end up as the ones who do
Unspeakable things out of view.

And whenever you or I conclude
Our evidence is misconstrued,
And when we threaten to pursue
We’re not allowed to make a move.

In street and close and avenue
They have proceeded to accrue
The wages of reward once due
To everybody in the queue.

And we who bid our wealth adieu
Must suffer winter’s retinue
Without the comfort of our roofs
Which they have had removed.

And as we lay under the moon,
Whose regency remains immune,
We must find shelter very soon
Before our bodies are consumed.

But curled up foetal in a room
Will not prevent the things to come,
Or help protect our features from
The void of the vacuum.

For once your bits have been reduced
To building blocks of molecules
Then only scientific tools
Will be of size to retrieve you.

And once located they will use
Our elements and residues
To re-create themselves anew
Till everything’s grey goo.

Or so this one theory assumes,
But let us read the latest news;
It’s not how many souls approve
But usually how few.