Impure Mathematics Poem by Gert Strydom

Let others consider pure mathematics,
I see a world
where reality leaves its mark
and the clockwork
gets shorter all the time
while time runs out.

Where no flowers remain
for the light brown bee
and everything pine away into a desert
and the greenhouse effect
covers the whole wide world,

the ozone layer burning away
and the sky full of grey clouds
shedding thunder and rain down

and waves
braking further over the horizon
in to the land
smashing in torrents

and man is dumbstruck
almost frozen
about the effect
of his own handiwork.

[Reference: Suiwer Wiskunde by N.P. Van wyk Louw.]