Record Keeper
Within five days
Two cyclones, earthquake:
America, Burma, China:
ABC.
Dark mysteries
In alphabetic sequence.
In nineteen seventy or so,
A groups of Yogic nuns I know,
Said “Many will go back to Father”.
Precognition or prediction?
Someone’s crazy predilection?
I would rather
That it hadn’t made much sense,
Such sense, the theory grounded in the curves
That manifested even then:
Technology
We never dreamed we’d see;
A blending of Pandora’s box
And Horsemen Four’s Apocalypse:
Viruses, conflicts, reversals.
One more tidbit I’d forgotten:
Earth’s reaction: Chile:
Mass evacuation,
Lavic rumblings – all within
The same five days.
“Many will go back to Father” –
Where and who he is.”
Deep, deep, deep we know somehow,
Those sandwich guys who vocalize,
Who roam the streets, despised and victimized
(Demosthenes and Socrates) know something true.
Ionized or carbonized,
Pulverized and terrorized
We sit surprised – and yet expecting.
They are right. It’s happening,
With many going back.
Record Keeper 5.13.2008
Our Times, Our Culture; Circling Round Nature; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
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