Nothing comes to mind

Nothing comes to mind

There is no switch

None that would need

A greenhouse gas

To enable it

SF6 is ten times worse

Than CO2

How do we offset that

With a line or two of rhymin’

That Simon would be proud of

When a short span of attention

Is a deficit too wide

To fill

Within a stones throw

Of this bridge

Listen to the sigh

It is a river

But not the Styx

You are no ferryman

Carry me over to the other side

Feel the weight

Of the world upon your shoulders

Breathe clean air

Before the spirit dies

It is Mother Nature’s way

To begin again

It will start over

Without us

Whenever there seems

To be an answer

We make it worse

Which may sound terse

But as a species

Too many of us

Are venal to an extreme

Always hoping for a shortcut

An if and a but

When the charge that flows

Between us

Is as difficult to manage

As the rainforest

We will need protection

For we are not renewable

Nor is anything I say

More than a verse away

From coming to an end

In a tumble

Of mumbled apologies

It is not just a dystopian

Future

I have come to fear

But a reality

Few words can convey

We have gone too far

For a hybrid car

To save us

Pretty little pink ones

Standing in a row

I have never seen

A car plant

Grow into a tree

Don’t expect me

To find a way

To pull a death sentence

Together

As a big finish

Fall into it, if you dare

It is as deep a mire

As the mess

We have made of things