New poems.(Poem)

 
   Calmly, the papers calculate the chance 
   That in ten years the planet and a shard 
   Of rock will consummate the long romance 
   We've led with ruin. This will be ignored: 
   Not for the long but lotto-beating odds, 
   But from the madman's counterfactual ease 
   That fissions us as always into gods 
   Who count in aeons and eternities, 
   And beasts who scavenge for the daily kill, 
   Gobbling down the meat that will not keep. 
   Does the beast suspect that nuclear winter will 
   Be secretly welcome as untroubled sleep, 
   And does the god observe the sky in peace 
   Since his life neither starts nor ends in weather? 
   Both let what will come come; for the decrees 
   Of the asteroid are righteous altogether. 
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