They say
The Titan woman sleeps ---
albeit nervous
Nearing dawn,
And all little valleys hunker up
Lest she
roll
And crush them in her pleat.But, when
TERRA towers up
to meet her Lord
Her skirt
of tarnished sequin
spread
Alluvial across the plain ---
Or draped across
curvaceous mountains,
covered in the sediment
Of centuries
will rush up vertigo upon her rising form
An all the little people, in their little cars
And factories
And nations
Will fall into space
Like old dry
grass.
Kirk Jordan
