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About every half a century or so
Some ass-hole mounts his high horse
And gallops about shouting,
“DOOM!! IMPENDING DOOM!!”
And everyone perks up their ears
To have a listen.

Now, Impending Doom has a distinct voice,
Regardless of the form to follow
The voice begins
Deep within its own essence
And resonates
Out in a strong bass rhythm
That changes your heartbeat,
Vibrates against your spine and
In your stomach,
A rhythm that compels you
To move

So you do

You move
Toward some safe haven
A sanctuary that will shelter
And see you through:
A designated government building,
Your family, your local liquor store, or
Maybe,
You move
On with your life

Because the voice has become familiar

Because you’re more likely to have your end
Before the world has its.

© 2006 Lisa