Cave! - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Tremors. Touchingly, techtonic plates buckled.
Cluster-bomb burst beneath the balm façade of palmed mind_modes which censored the hidden tiger of repressed commotions sleeplessly stirring within the deepest trenches of the earth's cave.
Momentous magma loads, submersed, instantaneously spread upwards, outwards, obeyed neither man-made dictat nor the hand of providence.
Stored energy exploded.
Ocean tsunami waved goodbye to safe-harbour beaches, glad palm shade glade. No brave front resisted, could confront the worst case scenario, no Richter would care to grade. No subversive terrorist's potions could hold a candle to the wrath that poured from deepsea bedrock floored, could match the breaches in a previously supposedly secure setting. Grave, yard, and lodging, bed and board: all, last and first, for once equal before Nature's law, paid the price of wishy-washy self-centred notions - the climactic cost of climatic change ignored - while those pretending that experience teaches were among the first oblivion forgave.
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