Not enough world

We keep marveling, with world
Not enough , an eternity before.
We better get on with the body.

We cannot keep the sun frozen,
And we keep it hot and running
Behind the unfinished building.

We cannot find rubies by  river,
Only half burnt corpses to burn.
We are short of costly firewood.

A frost has downed the mango,
While bodies grow old and ripe
On the harmful calcium carbide.

We have just not enough world
And the sun is hot and running.
We better get on with the body.

( Taking off on Andrew Marvel’s poem To his coy mistress)

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