Goodbye Cruel World

The asteroid blast burst bright in the South;
exploded, impacted and vaporised beyond the visual and audible,
became seismic-tangible, even at this distance;
pulsed and died behind the horizon.
Hot ash rained and blistered the crust,
then all around a brief silence fell.
The shock-waves spread, the breakers broke;
a wicked wall of water onslaught, reaching far inland.
The threatening skies darkened, lowered, smothered the earth and breathed heavy.
The landscape scorched;
the creature stopped, one foot raised, eyes wide, slit-pupils dilated,
smelling the air with its tongue.

And then it came.
Gathering momentum and volume.
A great dust cloud of immense proportion.
Carrying its deadly red cargo.
Enveloping all in its path.
Choking life.
Choking me.

A hastily written poem by Katy (K-T extinction) the Triceratops, 66 million years BC.

Epilogue

Searing spherules penetrating,
ejecta missiles, devastating.
In that instant, they had no chance;
time for others to lead the dance.
Goodbye Katy, your day is done,
tsunamis subside the cosmic bomb.
For you it was the end of time,
for others, now the scope to climb.
Swirling waters, savage event,
create the space for ultimate ascent.

Homo sapiens will lead the throng,
painstakingly reveal the song,
containing verses from the past,
the time before the fatal blast.
In time uncovering the roots,
of dead end lives that failed to roost.
The sediments that hid the death,
a sudden snapshot, final breath.
If God exists, produced His flock,
then He’s the One who sent the rock.

The stance you take is up to you;
we all deserve our point of view.
Theology or Science fact? 
Divinity or knowledge backed?
Control or educate the child?
We should consider facts compiled.
The fossil record stands alone
in demonstrating age of bone.
I know the truth that sits with me;
the God concerned is Gravity.

By Alan Dickie