The earth was flat when he last looked
sitting at the kitchen table,
concentrating hard,
with wooden pieces strewn haphazardly
across a red checked tablecloth.
Europe had disintegrated into pieces
with eastern wars erupting;
troubles breaking worlds apart
flood and famine
tornadoes, hurricanes, disease,
Omnivorous firestorms displacing everyone
And all living things
running now to the very edge
of this earthly plain
to find the oceans cascading,
in great floods escaping,
down the table legs.
Sometimes it’s better to not take the first glance.