To A Breached Ozone Layer

Between our greatness and the light of day,
Thou art complacent, far above our place:
Officious barrier 'twixt man and space.
Shall mere gas interpose itself this way,
Or shall our good smoke not arise and slay
This high presumption? Shall our sapient race
Live like the dim brutes, unprepared to face
Unblinking stars, the sun's unshaded ray?

Nay! punctured is thy pride at both the poles;
Our chlorofluorocarbons breach thy mail.
Our aerosols have hurt thee passing sore,
And healthy ultra-violet lights the holes.
Without our cosy greenhouse must thou fail;
Therefore begone, and trouble us no more.

Boddser Pingle