Posts Tagged ‘catastrophe’

Roomey’s Catastrophic Critter

February 15, 2014

Roomey is a zookeeper; a  global caretaker is he,

with his flockey herd of critters, the endangered managerie.

 

He tends glazeebos, ampheebos, orangoupangs and slangs,

while feeding facecub pups and reptilimups, doozyewes and falangs.

 

One day he had a scare event, urgent animal alert,

when he found his biggy globelephant flailing in the dirt.

 

So he called in a panel of pakkidharmologists for their expert opinions

as to how this mammouth mammalian crisis could strike down the flappy-eared minions.

 

The first ‘xpert said I believe we have here a globel problem of elephantal proportions,

with overextended ears, trunkated dysfunctions, and pakkidharmal distortions.

 

The next guy grabbed our pakkidharmal hunk’s trunk,

proclaimed this big critter’s really in a funk,

asked how this catastrophe could have struck, who’d have thunk?

I think our globelephant is sunk!

 

The third ‘xpert held the critter’s ears.

“Oh my!” he cried.  The core data confirms our worsest fears.

This mammal’s flappy ears  have been caught up in the gears

of all our das kapital industrial carbon-spewing years.

 

Authority number four stroked the mammoth critter’s world-class tusk.

Methinks this overprized trophy’s been the object of some rapacious hunters’ lust.

It’s time to save globelephant– We must!

To prevent it getting caught in carbon dust.

 

The next pakkidharmologist grabbed that globel animal’s legs.

There oughta be a law! he said. What we need are more strong regs!

If we’re gonna arrest this sixth extinction, we really gots to peg

this carbon contagion down; coal and oil and gas spews out emissionary dregs!

 

Now the next guy took up the matter of globelephant’s long tail.

I do believe this monster’s like a rope, said he. It keeps us tied to stinkin’ gas, oil shale.

Now the climate’s waggin’ us all around with floods and snows and what the hail.

If we don’t put a stop to this dirty carbonous gale, the whole frackin’ planet’s gonna fail!

 

Here we stand beneath biggy globelephant’s vast belly.

Now something’s dropping from behind, something rather smelly.

Better turn on the tube, the phone or  web, to view it on the telly,

where we learn at last the sky’s been fallen, our true foundations  turned to jelly.

 

Have a Smoke

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Shades of things to come

December 4, 2011

It might have been seventy million years ago that a large asteroid hit the earth somewhere near Cancun.  And it might have been that the big space-tossed boulder would have thrown such a cloud of dust and disturbance into the earth’s atmosphere that it probably  altered the pecking order of biological  kingdoms for thousands or even millions of years thereafter.

Earth shaking events.  They happen.

It might have been that the severe rearrangement of earth’s biomes had put a major crimp on the old dinosaurs.  Maybe they became like DOS after Microsoft, just slipping down into the dark hidden recesses of the new program, relegated to subterranean, hydrocarbon pools of potential energy, their giant-generating introns and exons having been unraveled and liquefied like the assets of international  corpuses and cartels that would later profit from their demise.  It might have been that the superbad, supermad totally-rad reptile kings and queens of the jungle could no longer compete with the smaller, sleeker, smarter, uppity mammals who  were in the ascendancy and currently favored by the committee for Natural Selection.  It might have happened that way. And maybe the superbad supermad totally rad reptile kings and queens of the jungle found themselves faltering, over the next few eons, losing their command of the playing field, becoming more and more baffled  at their waning ability to throw their weight around any more, until finally they just, maybe, gave up the ghost and conceded their diminished reptile role to those miniscule, dust-lickin’ mutated cousins who would  later distill all that serpentine angst  and alienation into a venomous infusion of death—inflictible  on those new-kid-on-the-block mammals who were ruining the neighborhood. Equipped with  the ugliest, hissingest triangulated  head that God ever allowed on a breathin’ creature, these slitherin’ peabrains  could nevertheless still proudly carry on, simply by opening their mouths, the dominance and intimidation of their ancestors. Speak of the devil……

“Watch out for the damn snake!” yelled Simon.

from chapter 19 of Glass Chimera

And this just in, Cen0zoically speaking…from Ezekiel, at the River Chebar, among the diasporas:

” Thus says the Lord God, ‘Behold, I am against you, O Gog, prince of Rosh, Meshech, and Tubal. I will turn you about, and put hooks into your jaws, and I will bring you out, and all your army, horses and horsemen, all of them splendidly attired, a great company with buckler and shield, all of them wielding swords–”

“…Persia, Ethiopia, and Put with them, all of them with shield and helmet, Gomer with all its troops…”

Stay tune for more planetary updates on the continuing crisis of Darwinian survival of the fittest on the third rock from the sun.

CR, with new novel, Smoke, in progress