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What if Earth and Mars contrived...
to meet in space... and coincide?!
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This, in fact, may just have happened...
planets in upheaval, flattened...
...witnesses not blown away?
They spoke about their fate that day!
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Spoken words are written down
Knowledge passed through time abounds.
Legends born to not pretend
instruct us now sans all pretense!
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...Closer did that "red dot" loom?
The bigger dot's the nearer doom!
Too soon ...That planet makes arrival,
and we're burnt toast! Beyond survival?
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Witnesses know hypertension
as Mars provokes their apprehension.
...This is in the written record,
persons saw this thing conjectured...
when planets danced their sweeping turns
—provoking terror—stomachs churned...
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...You'd stare aghast at flaring skies
to see the moons of Mars describe...
...an arc that drags them through your air
to swirl burning clouds up there?!
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"Horns" these grow, or "beards" they have,
with "hair" or "arms" or "hands" that grab!
These smash your walls and raze your cities;
nature frowns, enraged—no pity!
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Moons of fury! Roundhouse swings!
Winds a flurry—shrieks and screams:
these presage hapless Earth's decrescence*
as "gods" who'd teach their harsher lessons!
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See, massive bolides in the sky
will make their "dangerous dance"—we die!
...And bad enough they swing to miss us,
if a "punch" should land to "kiss" us?
We would cease to even be—
our atoms scattered! You and me!
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...Forget the moons, and think attraction.
Remember "tides"—our moon in action?
Mars could pull the seas so high
they'd scrape the clouds from starless skies!
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Tidal waves, some miles tall,
could wash the planet pole to pole!
This "pull" of all that gravitation
raises water's aggravation—
smashing up (with shocking force!)
our puny buildings... down, perforce!
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...Cheek by jowl our bones would molder,
death would rot in mountains—bolder...
...That which lived: now cubic miles
of heaped up dead-fall—death in piles!
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Hummingbirds and tiger's paws
are mixed with shattered human jaws,
but pounded to a carbon slurry...
then whisked away by water's fury!
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Forget the water, what of EARTH?
It's moving like the water, WORSE:
...along with water's crushing force
it hoards electrons—but of course.
The Lightning is impressive—grand—
if cloud to cloud or cloud to land.
Its bolt is HUGE just "Earth confined";
it shatters hills and strikes one blind!
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This is NOTHING when compared
what's passed between the planets, shared—
where bolts become the spears of Zeus,
and miles THICK... these bolts cut loose!
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Its smallest ZAP would dwarf the canyon
we have labeled "Grand," companions!
Fire breathing, mad, and sacking,
Mars: a twisting—churning—*dragon* (?)
existing down to present day...
these echos of old legends made...
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Forget the lighting, mere *influence*
turns the POLES to new congruence!
The Earth's thin crust is wrenched quite loose
and continents are bashed—abused—
to take new form, are rearranged,
and shredded in a blender—braised!
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What was frozen, blisters—STEAMS (!)
in hot hell-fire: shrieks and screams!
What was tropic harbors glaciers,
scraped down clean—it's God's erasure!
Burning naphtha rains from skies,
these churn with madness undefined,
and Earth's afire—carbon black—
absorbs the heat ... but cold comes back!
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Those perceiving huge events
are scarred beyond their scared consent...
Burnt into their hollow souls
how well they'd know these words as told...
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The suffering—it's so intense—
the blood is ink for lines they'd writ,
and all the horror of those days
is written into parts we'll play?
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We are hanging by a thread...
a sword of Damocles... above our heads.
...and we betray with thoughtlessness
to push these thoughts away repressed...
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Though, pity those who've watched the planets
spin too close... or touch—God damn it!
It is not to be conceived
this horror that we once perceived...
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These are sights one shouldn't see!!
They stun and shock, too harsh to BE!
These are "Worlds In Collision."
These provoke profane religions!
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This is more than mere contusion.
This is cosmic mass confusion.
This is more than can be borne,
to be impaled on nature's horn,
but such it IS as world's clash,
their air afire—their waters smashed!
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Such it is to SEE abased,
Our world in such a HARSH embrace!
Such it is in "Earth's Upheaval"—
slaughtered piles of critters/people,
thrown up in these massive banks
of ruined flesh which rotted—stank...
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Past is future, mixed as one,
precluding fate... which comes undone:
destiny, in shades all gray,
dissolves the futures lost that day.
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When at last we're all struck down,
when every smile becomes a frown,
will we recall we had a chance...
avoiding, then, disaster's dance?
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Imbued, perhaps, our very genes,
themselves, are left to keep lost dreams...
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...But never—no never! ...Never to shining and shiny "Man," that singular jewel in the crown of all God's creation! "Cosmic destruction" is, of course, beneath ourselves? This writer's thinking is that "shiny shine" alluded to may be the glare of cosmic stage lights... on flop sweat...
Har... no pride at the fall. I only hope I have the time and the fortitude to hoist the pointy salute of the "junior bird-man" in the face of that looming doom! Remains, we could have had a lifeboat on the moon; we thought it safe to have all our eggs in one basket...
*The opposite of concrescence
*The opposite of concrescence
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