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Thus Spake Velikovsky

As the apocalypse dawns upon us

One dreary day after another,

I long for the accelerating tables of

Worlds in Collision



Maybe if we could take a hit

From some planetoid the size of Greenland,

Enough dust would be stirred up

To get the climate change off the dime.



With our luck it would probably land

In the ocean somewhere and merely flood

A few dozen self important cities

With some of their own untreated sewage.



Cheap Aristotelian armchair terrorism

Is no suitable substitute

For discovering a mammoth caked in ice,

Its mouth still full of tropical flowers. 



Publication Credit: The Temple

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