The Coming Storm

It’s always the selling point
Of warnings. Everyone wants
To be the best Cassandra,

To sell tickets to the end,
Though none of the storm-rakers
Hope to suffer as she did.

The trick is to convince folks
To believe you haven’t been
Appropriately believed.

That makes them the special ones
Wisely listening to you
Instead of whatever fools

Are listening to, these days.
Oh yes, the storm is coming,
The storm is always coming,

Since the Earth has atmosphere
That refuses to sit still,
And continents keep shifting,

And space has so much debris,
And a black hole eats the heart
Of the swirling galaxy,

And it’s true. It’s true the storm
Is coming, always coming,
In most cases just for you.