Hair of the dog is a little riling
When not all the food has been eaten
For it shall come to pass
That all shall be starving when the Earth
Is near breakdown
From the Climate
Neared to the rent and the suspicion
That we do not know what to do
With it all.
I will be then and there the One who sees it
And survives the panic to bear it
All up for then it will be up to them
To be them what is clever.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016