Fatalism

No matter how the doctors say it,
none cures death; they just delay it.



Into the Cryonics Dewar

We had no destination ever, from birth,
save into the ultimate ocean, or ultimate fire, or ultimate earth.
Now we have not quite so ultimate ice.
For now, it will have to suffice.



Every Little Mammal

Every little mammal
needs a little cuddle,
man or mouse or camel.

Life becomes a muddle
if there is no cuddle
for the simple mammal.

Robin Helweg-Larsen 


If you have any thoughts on these poems,  Robin Helweg-Larsen would be pleased to hear them.