By Bernie Bell
Watching a recorded episode of QI, I learnt that there are 97 bags of human poo on the moon.
So, we have gone to another planet, and what did we leave there? Some general space junk and …..poo. Presumably not hung on fences, as folk do here. https://www.britannica.com/story/what-have-we-left-on-the-moon
Seriously, what are we doing and what do we think we are in relation to ….everything else? “We come in peace – bearing poo.”
Here’s a poem by our friend Marty. We met Marty through a poetry group we used to go to when we lived in Suffolk. When he read this out at the group, I thought it was good, but I then had bad dreams for days afterwards.
I suppose that shows how good it is – but the bad dreams were hard to take!
Here it is……..
The Amazing Mosquito Migration
Yes, he’s actually called ‘Grief’, apparently of French origin. You can see why I had bad dreams! I don’t agree with Marty’s sentiments here – I agree with some of what he’s saying, but not all, by any means. I have a basic belief in the potential for good in people. I know they can be utter bastards, too, but they can be astoundingly wonderful. Marty knows that and what hurts him and sends him off into the black-lands is the knowledge of how great we can be, yet how dreadful we often are.