As mass extinctions come and go,
They sneer at Michelangelo;
Shakespeare’s genius is just
A rumour to volcanic dust.
Bacilli and fungal spores
Lose no sleep on Newton’s Laws;
Nor do polar ice-caps learn
Of odes upon a Grecian Urn.
Neither moon nor asteroid
Alters course for Jung or Freud;
Atlas shrugs and rolls his eyes
When hairless apes philosophise.
Atlas Shrugs (Thanks to João)