An Errant Asteroid
A work in progress, inspired by an article on the BBC.
(http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7921279.stm)
Reccomendations more than welcome…
And thusly lunged a piece of grisly rock
Across the unborn nether, black-lit all
Obliterating in its path a million, trillion
Other stones which through space fall
In all direction do they fly, but to each one
Just one path through the endless night
The lunging piece of rock had met its end
In 1904 as we count years today, exploding
into countless fragments flayed aground
And shards eviscerating deep the clay
A river bed in what we call Siberia
Was turned into a maelstrom on that day
And still contends to deconstruct the trunks
Of eighty million trees in a single grave
Who knows what beasts in countless numbers
Lie beneath the sheets of ice by the Tunguska
Animals who, startled by a noise, were immolated
Whole with all around them, in one moment
Under the shadow of a space-lost stone
One passed nearby the earth today, much closer
Than a moon’s throw away but far enough
That we won’t pay it notice or take note
Of craters when the earth of Past was smote
Our planet riddled by these daunting marks
As if some heavenly muse made it her art
Be they celestial gifts or cast off rubbish
From the heaps of garbage chaos theory
Has left lying all round the heavens, Let us hope
That we are never subject to the stare
Of a substantial object locked
In a decomposing orbit or
An errant asteroid heading for
The corner of the earth we call our home
