The Apocalypse
As I peer into the mirror
Of my Refractive Telescope
Past the belt of Orion
I spy the approaching Apocalypse
A globular irregular comet
Flaring of its endless tail
Spreading dust across the galaxy
On a collision course for planet Earth
Turning away, I stand and ponder
What a waste, the trappings and status
Of the human race, for what purpose
Twelve, twenty-one, twenty twelve
It will be for not
Turning back to the lens and thinking of
The alien Mayan Long Count, how ironic
Sidereal time places the impact date
Exactly when their calendar ends
Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2007
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