7th March 2014

Sonnet 107

Rankling love virus of body and soul

Incarcerated for forbears to come

By circumstances within our control -

Defrosting quicker than a dodo's doom.

Sons of Eve sprung from he seeds she endured

While sad Adams envisaged their  presage;

All they wanted - capital growth assured:

They sent affection to a new ice age.

We really fracked the permafrost this time

(Every global warming prophet subscribes),

Freed from 30,000 years Arctic rhyme -

Once more love breeds in dull and speechless tribes.*

 This holding tomb, our melting monument,

Lender of last resort for all we've spent.

*Infectious giant virus Pithovirus sibericum, recently discovered to have survived 30,000 years entombed in Siberian permafrost.