CATACLYSM DAYS: AN UPDATE FROM THE PLAINS
by Chuck Von Nordheim
Sleepy Titans clawed their way up from the myth at the heart of the world.
Sure, the lethargic ascent of the old gods made the silt and chert shake,
But no worse than the fracking in Sumner County, so we paid it no mind.
Plains folk would rather pursue their hobbies than worry.
So, we continued to date our lusty horses and sexy meadowlarks,
Despite the disapproving Google eyes of far-off city people.
We might’ve spelt out a message for nosy Google eyes in burnt wheat,
Something like, Gomorrah then, Gomorrah now, Gomorrah forever,
If those Titans hadn’t rid Wichita of high-rise eyesores.
Along with positive urban renewal, most praised the upheaval
For the tax relief the Titans beget by means of bent property lines.
Still, poking those prying Google eyes one last time would have caused applause.
Technological collapse forestalled further cyber revenge.
It also seized up our strategies for romantic innovation.
We’d learned the language of combine harvesters and semi-pivot sprinklers
But found no call to flirt with crankshafts and gears now that science seemed foolish.
So, return to a rule by myth may have kinked up human progress,
But now there’s time for any centaur who’ll have us.
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