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