He blames the movement of plates including

the Amurian, Bird's Head, Caroline, Easter,

Kula, Manas, North Bismark, Cocos, Nazia,

Juan de Fuca and Scotia.

They've been slipping and sliding where

he lives: whole roads have disappeared

from the map and found in distant boroughs;

shops have disappeared

chains like Woolworths, Adams and MFI

and the local butcher, camera, sport, florist,

hobby shop selling balsa and plastic kits -

all replaced by pawn shops.

He visited his childhood home but it had

vanished and left a note saying it's moved

to warmer climes. His old school's replaced

by high spec four storey flats.

All his certainties have been destroyed

except that one day he shall rise from his bed

and see the dazed and dreadful face of God

waking him to eternal life.