A Reflection upon
the Fragility of Life
The huge volcano under Yellowstone,
Which pushes up the ground a bit each year,
Is in my thoughts as I sit here alone,
Inspiring what you may describe as fear.
If it cuts loose, the swift, unmeasured blast,
Inflicting death across this continent,
Will mean that all familiar ways are past;
Survivors will inquire where their world went.
The Super Bowl won't matter anymore,
Nor fashion trends, nor Twitter, nor I-Pod.
Whoever's left won't have a fancy store
In which to buy new clothes to meet their God.
Perhaps we need specific threats; then we
Are prodded to recall eternity.
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