Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Kirby: The Poem

Words: Jared Gniewek

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



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

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

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

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