Frost spoke, of ice, and fire in apocalyptic prose proffering different opinions of the earth’s demise if it be fire, he surmised it was because of the ire of raging hearts and unfulfilled desire not of splitting atoms and infinite fire if it be ice he said that too would suffice for frozen hearts do not feel the pain of millions starving on the blighted plain funny, ice has shrunk since Frost’s time but few would argue we are more sublime for denial and avarice are alive and well and whether fire or ice, it can still be hell
Based on Robert Frost's poem, Fire and Ice. I have always loved Frost. This poem didn't get quite where I wanted it to go, but as I oft say, where I am going I rarely know. I encourage those who have not done so to read Frost's short poem with this title--it is considered one of his best.