Just once in every seventy million years
un-imagined death descends on Earth.
No time to mourn and neither time for tears,
in a trice from populous to dearth.
A mighty body, ice and gas, and rock,
is at this moment hurtling on it’s way.
Any moment, any time, tick, tock.
Any year, any month, any day.
A celestial count which started long ago,
before we walked or sang or laughed or loved,
before this place called Earth became our home,
before man’s making ever had been proved.
No subtlety, or internal insurrection
instant death, total world destruction.