Galaxies endless, Stars beyond measure,
In orbital cosmos circled and spun
And infinitesimal, briefly existent
Winked a star, small and yellow, the sun
And fluke of infinity, motes round a candle
in orbit elliptic, the planets flew by
The third from the centre wreathed thinly in vapour
Is the earth, blue of sky
For all of the aeons, the time of its journey.
The fragment of moments of chemical life
Mocks ephemeral man, his infant existence
His war and his strife.
Poor Pompous Man, his bloated importance
His love of himself, his hate of his kind
And foolish the figure he cuts with his antics
Homo the Sap, The Phenomenal MIND.
Copyright H. St.Vincent Beechey April 1955