Bolshoi Dancers Poem by Mark Heathcote

I believe the world is changing its core beliefs
it's moving from iron changing into a zinc alloy.
It's now moving from zinc alloys to a mercury core
and what's more, the temperature is rising
the temperature is rapidly-rising for sure
and potentially, what's more, there is no guarantor.

No promise the Bolshoi dancers shall dance anymore
no, promise that the world will be here at all
to ballet-dance on its axis
to figure skate like a dying black swan
once, we're all dead and gone.
Once, were drowned in the bottom-of-this-mercury pond?