The question that our title
has cast in deathless bronze
is painful yet so vital,
we owe it a response.
If our little green friend
won't sing, croon, lilt or chant,
it's clear that, Heaven forfend,
it most probably can't.
But what if evil stars
trample its throat? If divine
airs die in air-tight jars,
engulfed by teary brine?
Meanwhile, time flies, alas
first sunshine, then rains trickle,
and still we callously pass
by many a pained pickle.
Konstanty Ildefons Gałczyński, 1953
[Translated by S. Barańczak and C. Cavanagh]
This is an old time wit something before my time but the title is just the perfect question
yes, it is 🙂 Actually, it is nice to know that some of “existential” questions never change, lol ;D
This is cool! I adore the last stanza! Thank you for sharing!
I found it funny as well 🙂