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Sunday 12 December 2021

SURVIVAL OF THE PENGUINS a poem by Tom Leonard

                                                    SURVIVAL OF THE PENGUINS

                                                                by Tom Leonard






                          "THE GREAT GOD BRIAN SEAGULL WILL  PROTECT US!"

                    CRIED SANCHO, THE BIG FAT KING EMPEROR,

                     AS THE TSUNAMIS CRASHED TOWARDS THE ANTARCTIC SHORE

                         

                           "FEEL LOVE NOT FEAR!" ENJOINED QUEEN ISABELLA,

                    WHEN  THE METEORITE VAPORISED O'ER THE POLE.

                   

                           "ALL TWENTY MILLION OF US MUST HIDE",

                    DECLARED STATISTICIAN FLOSSY FLO,

                           "IN ATLANTIS BELOW THE ICE,

                            "LEST WE TRAVEL WITH THE HUMANS TO THE STARS."


                    THE MOTHER PENGUINS FROM THE ROOKERY ON BIRD ISLAND

                     GUIDED THEIR YOUNG THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF PINGU

                      TO THE HIDDEN CITY,

                     WHERE ANCIENT PETRELS STILL FLOURISHED WAY BENEATH.

                      

                      CHILLY WILLY  LED THE WAY FROM HALLEY,

                      FEATHERS MCGRAW NAVIGATED FROM  ROTHERA            ,

                      AND  MUMBLE SLITHERED ALL THE WAY FROM SIGNY.


                      THE HUMANS EVAPORATED IN THEIR SHIVERING BASES

                      IN THE GLOW OF THE METEORITE

                      THAT DESTROYED THE ENTIRE ICECAP,

                      AS THE TEN MILE HIGH TSUNAMIS STRUCK.


                      BUT |ATLANTIS ROSE TO THE SURFACE

                      WHEN THE FURORE SUBSIDED,

                      AND TWELVE TUBE-NOSED, GIANT PETRELS 

                      AND TEN THOUSAND PENGUINS EMERGED

                       INTO THEIR BRAVE,  NEW, HUXLEYIST WORLD

                       WHERE EUGENICS STILL RULED,

                        CARRYING THE BONES OF SANCHO AND ISABELLA

                        ON A SHIP-SHAPED HEARSE. 



                              MAYBE THEY'LL DO BETTER THAN THE  SURVIVING,

                       OMICRON-STRICKEN HOMO SAPIENS ON NEW JERSEY, 


                        THOUGHT THE ONE AND ONLY CREATOR GOD BRIAN SEAGULL,

                        HOVERING IN HIS SEVENTH HEAVEN ABOVE.


                             PERHAPS THEY'LL MATCH THE ORIGINAL HOMINIDS,

                         COMING IN FROM PLANET BORN AGAIN.

                             MOTHER EARTH MAY WELL RECOVER AGAIN.





 


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