Ego Poem by Harry St Vincent Beechey

Galaxies endless, Stars beyond measure,

In orbital cosmos circled and spun

And infinitesimal, briefly existent

Winked a star, small and yellow, the sun

And fluke of infinity, motes round a candle

in orbit elliptic, the planets flew by

The third from the centre wreathed thinly in vapour

Is the earth, blue of sky

For all of the aeons, the time of its journey.

The fragment of moments of chemical life

Mocks ephemeral man, his infant existence

His war and his strife.



Poor Pompous Man, his bloated importance

His love of himself, his hate of his kind

And foolish the figure he cuts with his antics

Homo the Sap, The Phenomenal MIND.



Copyright H. St.Vincent Beechey April 1955