'It's only a caldera.'
Are these words to reassure?
Extinction and volcanoes.
Which way round? Please tell us more.
'It's down to plate tectonics'.
Right. So we have no control?
'The magma camber's rising.
Demonstration - brimstone bowl.
It's not apocalyptic
Till the planets are aligned.
Then gravity takes over
And the rest is ill-defined.
Effective algorithms
Say we have a while just yet.
Some neophytes may reason
That it's safe to put a bet.
Ignore the sound of fracking
And the steam vents drastic plume.
The clamour and the vapours
indicate it's not that soon.
Hold tiller handle steady
Watch the sunrise. Book a cruise.
Escalating earthquakes
Oh! You've nothing much to lose.
We have a handle on it.
Pyroclastic? No - secure.
Though certain hillside structures
No more primogeniture.
Concengenious rumblings
Are milder than expected.
Assuredly we tell you
'Low tide is not connected'.
Tsunamis are quite normal
This building can take an eight.
The magnitude's increasing
So Charles. F can stay till late.
Okay, we admit the truth -
The ring of fire is blowing.
We only have five minutes
And fear of death is growing.
Somehow we received a note
And then held it upside down.
If not for alacrity
Our grimace would wear a frown.
So thanks for bearing with us
The first ripple's on its way.
Get pictures from your attic.
Fill your hamster cage with hay.
We're waiting for announcement
The White house on the phone?
A PPI recording
Asking if we've broke a bone.
Far too many megatons
Molten lava, brimstone, ash.
Is heading up the valley
For conflagration crash.
What use a ten foot bunker
When Earth's crust is turned to steam?
Is that ringing alarm clock?
Let's just hope it's all a dream'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem