Niburu’s Witness

 

            2012 has not yet been,

Niburu lays in wait,

Though the year could be true

For all its doom,

     If loons be bold believed.

 

            The portent has travelled,

The planet all but here,

Doubles – angels convicts

Chaste, be the puzzled tear.

 

            For innocents without a

Quarrel whose sorrowful bargains

Beg a life,

              Become the wit of

Imprisonment, a schism chained

And hid deep behind a frowned

Cerebral mass,

 

                        This experience

Of dual time – fast upon the hour,

Last I am in gangster town;

            Presented with a flower.

 

Michael J Waite 0243hrs Monday 2^nd March 2009.