Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Kirby: The Poem

Words: Jared Gniewek

Rumble at the earth's core
leaden feet arrive.
Furious tectonic shift
simper, it's alive.

Statosphere is not immune
thunderclouds will part.
Wildfires rage across
the prairies. Will they start?

The oceans rise and  boil
frothing to the surf.
The shifting paragons will sail
gently to the earth.

Volcanoes will erupt, my friend,
and hands will grip in fear
technology of hidden love
that make the matter clear.

The brow that wrinkles to a fume
of cosmic brain-pan flame
will blast an energy divine
and you will know his name.