William I. Elliott – I
March 11, 2011
When the world on its one and wearying
pivot shall like a schoolboy’s top shudder
and shake and foreshadow the utter
divulsion, who will fly first, like a divot
eight-ironed up at eschaton? Morally
tone-deaf–stone deaf, plated tectonic guts
monotonal, guttural dissonance
convulses between expectant hushes.
We can’t presume that Earth’s swaggering teeter
totters to any tune whatsoever.
We know better and we do not presume
that in the short run of matters galactic
Earth will greet our children–not ambush.
When the world on its one and wearying
pivot shall like a schoolboy’s top shudder
and shake and foreshadow the utter
divulsion, who will fly first, like a divot
eight-ironed up at eschaton? Morally
tone-deaf–stone deaf, plated tectonic guts
monotonal, guttural dissonance
convulses between expectant hushes.
We can’t presume that Earth’s swaggering teeter
totters to any tune whatsoever.
We know better and we do not presume
that in the short run of matters galactic
Earth will greet our children–not ambush.