Black Swans Poem by Mark Sauer

Startled black swans rise to darken the sky;
Monsters gender, breeding new prodigies.
Prophets are mute, too bewildered to scry
Omens that no scroll of Sibyl foresees.
The Future crouches, tensing predator,
Preparing to pounce oblivious prey;
Slouching the dim firelight's perimeter,
Darkness congeals in slow forming array.
Something is coming; a colossus trembles
In fitful nightmare, soon to awaken;
Tomorrow screams, though twilight dissembles,
The watchful stars pause, soon to be shaken.
Silence deafens, awaiting the thunder.
It approaches. I tremble, and wonder.