after “Paradise” episode 7 where a mega-tsunami destroys the world
In seconds, we and the flat earthers
tumble like herring to the bottom,
with the passports, the photo albums,
the credit cards and gold ingots.
The laptops and vodka churn a silicon cocktail,
in the new ocean forming above Texas,
And the flat screens screaming It’s a hoax
will never float as an ark.
The pocket bibles too flimsy to save anyone.
Sumit Parikh is a poet from Cleveland, OH, whose work is shaped by his experiences as a pediatric neurologist, a son, and a father. He finds poetry in both the complexities of his work as a physician and the quiet moments of everyday family life. His work has appeared in I-70 Review, North Dakota Quarterly, The Marbled Sigh, and Intima, among others. Some of his poems can be found at sumitspoetry.com. Sumit lives with his wife and daughter. He is currently part of a writing mentorship and workshop with Brian Evans-Jones, a former Poet Laureate of Hampshire, UK, and winner of the Maureen Egen Writers Exchange Award from Poets & Writers.