Before the deluge

They were warned,
no excuse.
Over & over we sent messengers, hints.
All denied, vilified and now
the deep sun-sink comes, the Conjunction.
They will direct Augurers, Numerologists
to spell, calculate and mutter, to no avail.

The veil rips, chains sever as before –
Auschwitz, Kiribati, Mostar.
We stand at the gate, horizons shimmer, dissolve.
The Warmings are complete, the plagues
ignored. Gyres are loosened. Mouths
star-crammed.
Too much lost.
It is time.