flood tides were rising, but no one minded
sheets of ice cascaded down, melting
glaciers were decreasing, the water rose
bloated, the ocean knew not what to do
it climbed on top of itself; the earth shook
the inhabitants snubbed the warnings,
and scurried about buying and selling,
but where do you run when it comes?
can you buy it off to go away from you?
I turned, looked into the beast’s maw
imminent, and it almost engulfed me
but I emerged in time to warn them
but was punished for my presumption,
they laughed me to scorn; nevertheless
the breakwall is crumbing, the levee too low,
the sea will have a gruesome supper
swallow coasts, cities, cultures
of those who didn’t bother.