Don’t stop and let me off
The force that kept me on my feet
now is causing my days to lengthen.
The year’s long day of so much heat.
The nightmare of the lasting darkness.
Life giving waters that flow away from us.
Now group at the far north and south.
We must mass and move to new countries upon
Sea-less equator that none can own.
Land that was once deep sea is the only
home left to those of loss.
The forces whose core carried on
to quake and rip our towers of pride.
The moon that left us for mercury,
centrifugal gravity abandoned.
Beta-blocked gravity sicken us more
than ever life’s spin could have.
So, away we must flee, for the sea
who rises up, swallow Northern-hemisphere
and her friend Australasia disappear.
I pray for 1,040 miles per hour a day.
(apocalypse poem– about the earth’s rotation slowing)