, apparently as a comment on John Derbyshire’s We Are Doomed
, sends along this poem
written by Paul Gottfried in 1993:
Posted by Lawrence Auster at June 17, 2009 03:43 PM | Send
We who worry along paths
our ancestors took with surer steps,
what is left to us?
Is it to lie reflective on a banqueting couch,
to gaze at the dregs in our krater,
and to ponder some elegant quandary,
as if a well-turned phrase might beguile
the bleakness of the hour,
or bring back the sap to a sick and withered race?