Last Supper

On a night in 2012
when the polar regions shift
and the electricity is disrupted.

When we're all sitting around the table
waiting to see if the Mayans really did understand the calendar
and Aice askes for more guacamole and
whether or not we have cheesecake for desert?
Uncle Mark says: "We're out of wine."

Then the earth suddenly belches
like a kid who's drank too much Pepsi
and the house trembles.

Sitting in darkness
we wonder,
what happens next?

Will we get cheesecake?