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An emptiness is invading our lives--
It creeps from without and within;
A mask of despondency haggards each face
In the parks, in the markets, in plate glass reflections.
We are dogged by a fear that our species has reached
Its apex, and a bumpty-bang downturn is due;
There is no safe quarter, no refuge, no hope
Of slowing this runaway truckload of doom
That driverless barrels and brakeless bull-bellows
And threatens to crush all the lambs in its path.