English Existential Poetry. David J Bullen

Moth and Man
God to man
"Man, what are you doing?"
"Walking."
"Why are you walking?"
"To proceed."
"And what shall you do then?"
"I shall rest."
God to moth
"Moth, what are you doing?"
"Crawling."
"Why are you crawling?"
"To creep."
"And what will you do then?"
"I shall fly."

Judge
For I am a lonely, lonely judge
I know what I know, I grudge
Of life's bottomless scourge
And though they purge
I shall not squander or pityingly budge.

N.B. There's an interesting humorous interplay between judge and Cat, Hound & Hen