Ripples Poem by Mark Sauer

Typhoons can hatch from a butterfly's egg.
Vast nations have sprung from a passing glance.
Innumerable rival futures beg
For a word; even silence can by chance
Crush a world. This morning, taking a stroll,
I started a war eight thousand years hence
By hurling an acorn hard at a squirrel;
Actions ripple, absent omniscience,
Like an imp's prank. Late next millennium
(All because last Thursday I drank three beers)
They will found on Mars a new religion.
You have sparked a plague (in six hundred years)
By reading this page. Friend, step warily,
For each step births and slays infinity.