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In the Year Twenty Thirteen,

1. In the Year Twenty Thirteen,

Twice shall the world be shaken,

At Richter 8 or more,

And once shall a volcano

Violently erupt.

But the invincible, soothing Sun

Shall calm the roiling seas,

And the climate of the world,

Shall continue to cool.

 

2. The New World in the West

Shall regain its composure,

While the weary Old World

Struggles in its disparate cackle,

Where Old Reprobates refuse to die

But their poison shall be contained.

Doomsayers shall be shriller,

More fanatic and more extreme.

But there will come an end

To their profligacy and waste.

 

3. The boils in the Middle of the East

Shall still swell and suddenly  burst

And new carbuncles formed

Will need very prompt incision.

Blood-letting shall there be

And the recovery shall be slow,

The rashes will continue

And the itches will need scratching.

 

4. Corruption in the Body Orient

Shall fester and turn gangrenous,

But surgery of the infected parts

Will give some hope of renewal.

The Dragon shall breathe fire,

And the Tiger shall begin to roar,

And together, in new harness,

Will draw the chariot of the world.

 

5. Men shall marry men,

And women dally with women,

While children lose their innocence

Well before their time.

But of 7 billion people,

Six will be fed and clothed,

And will cherish a measure of hope

For the life that waits for them.

 

6. Reading  the Human Alphabet

Will ease and grow in fluency,

And even little babies shall know

What diseases they must endure.

The Healers and the Drugmakers

Shall sell wonderful new cures,

For imaginary ailments

Of no great significance.

But they shall also find new Drugs

Against many human woes,

Precisely to be directed,

And immediately effective.

 

7. Twenty Thirteen

Will be just another Year.

A natural state of turmoil

In a world that shall not end.

There will, again as always,

Be much sound and bluster,

Of very little value

And signifying nothing.

 

8. We will be one year older

And that much more mature,

But one year in 200,000

Is not so very much.

But every little gain

Is not to be lightly given up.

 

9. And so in Twenty Thirteen,

I am glad to be alive,

Not for any raptures, but

For there was no better time to live!

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