A poem.

Come friend as we lurch to the end, come take a deep dive into despair,

Come and hold my hand, as the cliff’s edge gets nearer each dismal day, let us pause,pray and dive deeply into our despair,

Come you and I, farewell the clear blue sky forever darkened by soot and smoke, admit that the joke was on us, all because we believed reason was divine,

OK fine, the worst now rule, so be it!  I will cool my outrage in those deep caverns of delicious dark despair.

Farewell joy, hope and trust, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Chris