Like a glacial landslide
Inexorable, inevitable,
One mere inch at a time
The panic grows
Humanity waits alone
At the bottom of the hill,
Daring the drifts to stop
As progress slows.
The cries are anguished,
Circumstances advance
Like a cancer on the skin,
Yet everybody knows.
Keep the tides at bay
Hold the line, tote that bale
Slam shut the heavy doors
While despair feeds the crows.
Praying for Eyebrowz 