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  • What if now
    it were all taken,
    every living thing
    but us?

    What if everything alive
    other than us,
    we were unable to spare?

    Just us in our cities
    only us in our towns,
    every single countryside
    circumventing roads,
    connecting our uniqueness
    in suburbs all the same.

    Round the world there is webbery,
    filaments of 'wouldn’t-it-be-nice'.
    So hard it is overcoming,
    two places at the very same time.

    Naught the green
    under growing,
    nary a tree nor its birds,
    all Earth’s creatures disappeared,
    just us in a world alone.

    Then might we see what we’re doing?
    How everything’s alive but us?
    What if everything other were dying,
    for us to relinquish our throne?

    "King Lear and the Fool in the Storm" by William Dyce (1806–1864)
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