Tunguska

Land vast, frozen and alone,
While the world was beating;
Region of rock, ice and wood,
Past which geese were fleeting.
From clear bright sky it fell,
Souvenir from the stars,
Cold fire of the heavens;
Was it stolen from Mars?
All eyes turned to the intruder,
With stone heart & armor ice.
It tumbled, flaming, singing;
Streaking toward us, spread lice.
It never touched our ground,
Just hurled through our air,
Before dying with a boom,
Flame spreading everywhere.
The sound parted clouds
The waves shattered glass;
How few people watched
And were blown off their ass.
Great weeds of this world
Snapped, never to rise again.
Reindeer simply gawked,
And soon sank to their end.
The poor geese sank too,
Unable to flee the foe;
They plummeted with speed,
Now food for the crow.
No crater was ever found;
The bomb went off too soon.
The smoke blossomed wide;
We would never see the moon.
And so, after this attack,
We await future invasion,
The sky being watched,
With dreaded expectation.

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