Our Earthly Condition
It’s very odd to think we all
by Pete Crowther
Live out our lives on a spinning ball
Along with creatures strange and various—
The situation sounds precarious!
We share our lot with lice and rats,
With things that fly, like birds and bats
And savage sharks that live in water
Maintaining life by daily slaughter.
We’re all up there in empty space
Flying along at a breathless pace,
And where we’re going no-one knows,
It’s best not to worry I suppose.