Everything is blown up into bombs..
Third world families huddles in the basement cellarAwait the cavalcade of destruction, whistlingPiercing the night air, blazing fires create shit-stained cloudsSmoke the bong one last timeJamaican grass transform to molten ash
The brutal attention span covers a mountaineer’s parachuteTorn to the point that a safe landing can’t land wellWith the enemy’s trade frontierThere are options, Korean babies, risks..Enough concrete to go around for everyoneTIME RUNNING OUT.
While their heads are interlocked in a tropical ditchNew York’s electricity supply, limitedVitamins aren’t good for you and the smoke alarm is many moonspast it’s expiration date.The end of the war cannot be suffused by a grain of sand dune
Animals run this way and that,Holes, caves, underwater, any domicile will do“Only you can prevent forest fires…”Smokey the Bear’s last words before the nuclear warheadlands and he lives up to his name.Forests incinerated in enormous heat blasts hotter than theblood red corona of the sun
In : Poetry
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