When the first volley of near-Earth asteroids puncture the mid-Atlantic
we will be walking towards that crown of pines where we made love
on the red and orange grids of the Torino Scale in a kinetic bombardment of
rapid heartbeats as we unwrap the picnic basket and hold close
the megacalderas throttling the skies with mass ejections of volcanic ash
and awkward fumbles as our arms and lips and clothes twine and untwine
across the Earth in a slow funereal march of ekpyrotic flood basalt
all the while wondering what secrets the other had packed in
those high-energy collisions creating false vacuum metastability events
which made us wary that our nakedness was not entirely our own despite
the conversion of the world into a degenerate soup of lifeless quark matter
till in the end we both felt like we’d rather have someone else watching.
We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.