Is roaring down the sky.
If you’ve prepared no hiding place
Then be prepared to die.
You never reason why.
The future like a question mark
Is scything humankind.
If you can see, then handle it –
You’ll be cut down if blind.
The future doesn’t mind.
The future like a giant wave
Is heading for the shore.
If you can ride that wall-like wave
It’s no wall, but a door
Into forever more.
Published: The Rotary Dial, Toronto, January 2016
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