Epiphany

You hardly blinked when elephants lay down
And washed themselves in wide brushed nickel tubs,
Or quibbled much when you were offered grubs
To keep you strong — it should have been a crown,
But you said you were not annoyed. Your frown
Said you would have preferred the syllabubs
Served to the precious burghers of the town.
You’d have preferred a hot dog and a clown.

But then came moments that were epiphanic:
When Victor, your puppy, broke loose and darted
Into traffic, left you broken-hearted,
And you saw the bun you ate was not organic.
Don't tell me now is not the time to panic.
Now is the time to panic: Let's get started.