Sent by an idiot without a brain,

One can follow them through the sky,

Low they are, not flying very high…

Some explode on impact,

Some give ya time to think,

Should I run, should I hide,

Should I shower so in death I don’t stink…?

Our world not as we knew,

The sky an atomic red, no longer blue,

For those that live a slow death will ensue,

The only place unaffected, Kalamazoo…

No bodies left,

Unless they had some heft,

Gone to ten thousand degrees in a second,

Those that remain are of hope bereft…

© ed ~ 12/26/05