Seismic Prophecy

If ever Everafter seems Inscrutable to you, Remember, visionary dreams At times come all too true. The city by the bay will fall, It’s Golden Gate to lie Submerged, with skyscrapers once tall— Metropolis must die! The angel-city farther down The shifting shore will be Another, underwater town, Punished presently. So heed the bardic omens no Mere scientist dare read— Pacific coastal millions will go Help the fishes feed…