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What if The sky turns to flames And the seas boil in furious unison If the mountains melt And magma flows freely across the land Vaporizing the trees Would this be the end of us all Of all lives and livestock Of flowers and gardens Of young and old and aspirations The end of all our installations Huts and silos, the dams, the windmills The treadmill, the corn mill, and sawmills The pylons, the rigs, the masts The carriages and horses, the cars and carts The bridges and the cloudshoving towers All the winding road to our trivial Parks, fields and beaches The subway and computers and mobiles All our constructions Designer shoes, hats and fabrics Designer breasts and noses of plastic Clones and hybrids The docks and dockyards The courts and courtyards The shrines and crosses and minarets The military, their weaponry All the flags and colors Would this be our quietus Would our souls on wings unseen Fly away to another sphere What if not and I die in my sleep And my folks and friends shed t