Mother earth is off the wagon.

According to reliable eye witnesses,

She’s been drinking again:

Hammered on Greenland ice melt,

Falling down drunk from glacial rebound,

Knocked off her axis from mantel convection.

 

When this reporter confronted her

About her alleged drinking problem,

She denied, denied, denied.

I’m not a drunk, she said.

I’m as sober as a judge

At a high school beer blast.

Hey!  I’m a pop culture celebrity,

A rock star with an agenda.

Any planet can spin on its axis.

But me, I put a new spin on things.  Listen.

 

Earth vacillates, undulates,

Oscillates, pulsates,

Rattles, rolls and shakes,

Shivers, quivers, quakes.

Ask any social tweeter,

We totter as we teeter.

We wibble as we wobble,

Just a hiccup of a bobble.

We sway as we play,

We’re surreal as we reel,

While twirling and swirling

Out of orbit we’re hurling.

We sprang from the void

In a big bang boom,

To that we’ll return,

Womb becomes tomb.

 

I swear by the sun, moon, and stars, she said,

And every can of beer I ever drank,

I’m stone sober as I tell you this.

 

Now there’s a sobering thought.

 

by Susan Martin

Susan Martin is a retired English and creative writing teacher. She has had poetry and short fiction published in several literary journals and anthologies. Most recently she has had a short story published in Brandt Street Press’ anthology, Dammit I Love You, and poetry published in The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry: Book Seven, WestWard Quarterly: Summer, 2018, and Blue Unicorn Magazine: Fall, 2018

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