Cassandra

Where do the intuitives go at the ending of this world?
Who could withstand the “I told you so’s” behind their eyes unfurled?

We felt this coming; some kept quiet counsel & some spoke up.
Many were misdirected; concerned with ripples in a cup.

We’ve studied, we’ve augured & we have warned & we have waited.
We saw the nigh end & with destiny didn’t conflate it.

As the temperatures rose in the peoples & the environs.
A knowing hush muffled every sound but the klaxon sirens.

Those, who had not seen the patterns, looked up slack-jawed at the skies.
The intuitives, then, bowed their heads; they’d not told any lies.