Poem – FLIPPING OUT (By Ray Gallucci)

 

FLIPPING OUT

 

Every seven-fifty grand

Earth performs a sleight of hand

When magnetic north and south

Make a total turnabout.

 

Sun does same each dozen years

Minus one, when sunspots clear.

Relatively quick event

Due to plasma turbulent.

 

Earth contains no plasma hot,

Just a core of molten rock.

But this has the same effect,

Quite delayed, in retrospect.

 

Geologically not new

This transition overdue.

Just so happens time has come

And next flip-flop has begun.

 

Over next millennia

Our magnetic field will dull,

Weakening as poles transpose,

Baring us to cosmic blows.

 

Solar flares and cosmic rays

Signal Bible’s “Latter Days,”

As the earth’s bombarded with

What its field once blocked or clipped?

 

Species stable up to now

Might mutate, we don’t know how.

Cancer’s ravages could rise

And some populations die.

 

But again will field return

And relieve what could concern

Species left that still may stand

For next seven-fifty grand.

 

(Published in ATLANTIC PACIFIC PRESS, Winter 2012, Vol. 5, No. 4, pp. 14-15)

 

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