Monotone Hazard Rate Condition

When the first volley of near-Earth asteroids puncture the mid-Atlantic

we will be walking towards that crown of pines where we made love

on the red and orange grids of the Torino Scale in a kinetic bombardment of

rapid heartbeats as we unwrap the picnic basket and hold close

the megacalderas throttling the skies with mass ejections of volcanic ash

and awkward fumbles as our arms and lips and clothes twine and untwine

across the Earth in a slow funereal march of ekpyrotic flood basalt

all the while wondering what secrets the other had packed in

those high-energy collisions creating false vacuum metastability events

which made us wary that our nakedness was not entirely our own despite

the conversion of the world into a degenerate soup of lifeless quark matter

till in the end we both felt like we’d rather have someone else watching.