MEGASTORMS

It's more than the death of a city, through the desolate, dark, and plague-ridden days. It's the death of a world that's at stake, the far-off theatre of Revelation's plays. In the last breath before the worldgoes under, the earth splits and crumbles dust to dust. It is then that the first storm quakes; and lasts from dawn to dusk. You havent felt Armageddon's tremble, until your face is smeared with dirt. Flat on your belly, scared stiff for your life, your useless body poised still, inert. Magnitude twelve you hear the seismograph say: Now it's time to pray. *** The Seventh Bowl's the catalyst that opens the fiery void, and when the next storm breaks the walls, the blast alone, with ash, soot, and smoky debris reign down on earth while hell screams through the firefalls. 200 million megatons of TNT exploding, laughing recklessly, the high pitched drone andwhine of seething Hera; her supervolcano pent up for a millenium in mortal chasm while Vulcan hides his magma torso in the caldera. Baby sister titan,wrangling with her brothers, raised high above the vale, Now an adolescent supergiant, a hypercane venting anger in its gale. Clashing pools of sea and electric coils of fear cloud the swirling mass of havoc here. If we have come so far it is because we have stood on the shoulders . . . . . . of this, how ironic then that we should end clenched violently in their fist.