Humans Out Now

The Glories of a billion years

Would had been better served

If we had not been.

Our blink-of-an-eye existence

Is quite enough to turn

To sterile dust the seething Globe,

Warped in warcraft and

Smeared with dung,

A pestilence of misery.

And tears to take the

Colour from the seas

And bring the Tiger to her knees.