Coming Soon (Poetry)

There’s none can say precisely
when the great collapse will come
it’s date carved deep within a tree
that seldom sees the sun

The secret’s lain there eons
the author’s name unknown
the tree has scattered through a dream
such information sown

A revolution’s coming
the world has had its fill
and lunar schemes are hatching where
dark shadows stalk the hill

The seas are rising steady
and beneath the earth a hum
is gathering past voices for
the warring flood’s begun

When every child of Nature
will call upon the moon
to mass her sacrificial tides —
the ceremony’s soon

So be ready for the turning
the wheel of Time rolls by
poisoned oceans set for burning
the apocalyse draws nigh