Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end
in fire
others in ice.
Which will it be?
Are we intended to meet
our maker in the fiery
forms of puffs of smoke
and blazen trees
or in the icicle freeze
of slushies and slurpies
and mountain dew
breeze?

For my own part I would
prefer the combustible
motions of dragon’s breath
but if I must die twice
as we all do
then I will sample
the platter of both
of these apocalyptic
foretold messengers.

I will take the ice cubes
and drink them in my
cup of scotch
and gin
and grin smiling
knowing that for all
my wiling
the end has yet
to begin.