The Message

And yet this world stands still

Ebbs with unseen continuity

Slowly depending on its species to care for it.

And yet

I have seen, in the horizon

Hills that belch a menacing black fog

A fog that is the end

Our end.

Strange fish bob gently across the tides

These strange fish which they call "Plas Stick"

These strange fish the humans have released into our sanctuary

Snatching the life of an ancient ecosystem.

It is this hour

That we shall swear to restore peace to the damaged soil

Restore health to our greying oceans

Restore joy to our darkening world

While it is slowly withering by the hand of man until

It

Crumbles.