Somewhat after Thomas Hood (1799-1845)

No hopes – no dreams –
No plans – no schemes –
No sense – no brains – no understanding why and how –
No smiles – no grace –
No truth – no space –
No future – no past – it all just led to now.

No life – no art – no shame – no heart
No wild – no air – no beauty to remember –
No biosphere – no butterflies – no bees –
No nature – no birdsong – no trees –
No words – no point no more – November.