There

It is coming, and it can not be stopped,

it is not punishment or karmic payback but,

the natural cycles of earth on stone,

of wind and water, of life and time,

I have seen the long wide crack that will run from Reykjavik to the Adirondacks,

Seas will surge and boil and the land will sigh and spew,

and after 14 days of vapour

the moon will turn to gentle blue

and slowly will the sea subside and the natural pulse resume

to its calm and steady order

and all mankind will wonder how such

a great divide could happen and make the sea slide,

to drop and fall and rise again

the earth will drop and rise in a rush near Alaska’s open mouth

and the ground will shake for a little time and then the sea will break

open and land and man will rush straight out

into the depths and be shut out,

a wide lagoon will form there

and silence will hang forever on the edge of sea and land

Vancouver Island will ride the rush like a surfer flushed with love,

but in the moment

Tokyo will fall sideways

with no where to go,

and when the great dams of China break flushing out the earth, and civil war will come to pass

there in high Himalayan grass will come a boy to bang a battle drum

the world should watch him closely

for he will sell it

for a war