Axis Denied

Earth, always the same distance from her star,
induced no crane to migrate, lark to sing,
chorus frog to trill, violet to spring,
nor leaves to turn. The solstice was as far
as the edge where galaxies all disappear.
The sun kept glaring down, as on that shore
where, from your tower, you chose to ignore
the thing I most desired. Wasn’t it clear?
Earth didn’t tilt. Her poles were locked in glaze,
sea level never changed, and when I walked
forever round your roost, you never talked
of waves, or even sensed the sun-launched rays
till yesterday when, with a sudden lurch,
Earth tipped and threw you off your chilly perch.