Tsunami 2011

Silently

Rolling out,

building up

Bunching up,

Growing in power,

Growing in energy.

Slowly, it rolled

Toward the violently shaken land.

The wave came rushing inward

Swiftly breaking against mountains,

Destroying property,

People swept away,

Lives lost

Chaos taken

Silently.

113. December, 2012

“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the man on the street.
“Spare some change?”
“Help a fellow man?”
“You have no need of it anyway.”
“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the charlatan.
“I’ll give you a little safety.”
“Just buy it from me.”
“Stir the pot with fears.”
“Give me your money”
“I’ll see you through.”
“The world supposed to end today,”
Said the conspiracy theorist.
“Nibiru,”
“Tsunamis,”
“Fire from the sky,”
“Hold your breath when the volcano erupts,”
“As governments poison our food supply.”
“The earth will be taken from under our feet.”
“Beware the solar flare”
“When the shifting planet comes”
“To turn over government falsehoods”
“Blowing the whistles of truth.”
“The world supposed to end today,”
Said the fearful corporate man.
“You won’t find me staring death down”
“I’ll be crouched deep inside”
“My luxurious condo under ground.”
“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the Buddhist monk, the priest, the imam.
Preaching from their holy places
Of religious bliss and rebirth
In the glorious afterlife.
“The world supposed to end today,”
The experts were misunderstood.
“Tsunamis are old news.”
“Super volcanoes erupt every thousand years.”
“Huricanes, Tonadoes,”
“All just a little nature.”
“Nothing to worry about.”
“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the boy.
He chewed his gum.
He played his games.
Worry free
Expecting the sun to rise on a new day.
So the world lived on.
No rapture.
Impe died of natural causes
Pat Robertson’s still alive.
No people knocking on Heaven’s door.
They weren’t lifted up
To meet the UFO.
No monstrous man
To throw into a pit of fire.
Believers and non believers alike
Are still alive to bicker among themselves.
A disaster here.
A dictator there.
Wall Street’s ups and downs
The elections will be close.
All business as usual.

24. The Catastrophe

The gardener of the sky looked down at his creations.

He decided that he was finished with these lizards.

He was tired of them lording over the smaller animals.

He needed to prune the overgrowth back.

So he pointed down at North America.

A star fell from the sky.

Slamming into the earth.

Destruction rained down on the once mighty reptiles.

Shock waves ripped through the crust.

Burning dust and rock flew up into the atmosphere,

Rained back down,

As tsunamis stirred the oceans.

Volcanic and cosmic ash filled the skies

Blocking the sun.

The saurian empire fell.

With the last rays of light.

The cold grip of death

Slowly

Took

Hold

In the darkened world.