Halts my cereal spoon
In its tracks.
A geomagnetic storm
Derails my teacup too,
From its usual orbit
Of hand to mouth.
No need to panic
States Charlie Stayt
As I resume my BBC breakfast:
I sit and wait
As forward particles charge
In time to the experts.
"Expect them to strike
Between
0600 and 1000 GMT."
(Or later as the day goes on.)
It's all up in the sky tonight:
Altered flight paths,
Sat navs blacked out,
And the aurora borealis
From your own back yard.
This talk could convince an alien
That, by association,
We own and run our solar system;
As, out of our tiny minds,
We launch the line
That we control
The out of control.
