Echo
What is that?
I wonder.
I’m beginning to ponder
It really seems rooted in place.
It mimics my scream
So I tell it
"Ice cream"
And it says
"I scream. You scream."
I ask it
"What are you"
But it doesn’t reply
So I leave it.
The Eye of the Storm
A hurricane.
His thunderous challenge
Calling across the crashing sea
To an island.
Hidden gulls, dive bombing the waves
Pick up the rumble
This unearthly tremble
And understand;
They flee.
Whales, dolphins, sharks and fish
All know what it portends.
They head for shelter
In deeper waters;
They flee.
‘The kraken sleepeth’ they say;
But where?
The question they’re too scared to ask,
Afraid to know the answer.
Where indeed; and here they wink.
There is an explanation for earthquakes
More obvious than you’d think
The kraken snoreth...
And when he wakes, a noise...
Gnab gib.
The seas boil,
The whales dead,
And by no human means.
Global warming is eradicated
No more pollution in our air
No more us.
The kraken taketh flight;
The Earth is no more fun.
Perhaps the moon Europa next
But a snack before he’s gone.
Surely the opposite of our Big Bang.
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