The war scorched Earth
Once teeming with vibrant life
Is now a
Cold,
Lifeless,
Silent,
And dead planet
Spinning quietly,
Ever so quietly
On its axis
All is still,
All is silent,
But for the soft lapping of the waves
Echoing along the deserted shore
Of dry bones and seashells
The Great Nuclear War came and went swiftly,
Destroying every man, woman and child
And all life on the Planet
And the Gods wept
What a legacy that Atomic energy gave us. Those of us who can remember the bomb paranoia and grade-school preparedness exercises--going under our desks and putting our heads between our knees in the '50s--have this lingering fear in our subconscious. Einstein later regretted giving his knowledge to the government. I wonder what the bombings have done to the Japanese psyche. I read once that US pilots saw two suns in the sky after bombing Hiroshima. A new concern is North Korea. I don't think we've evolved to the point where this knowledge can never be a threat. But I trust that this danger is in more capable hands. 2050? This just may be phrophetic, Michael. Chilling story-poem...Lin
I've often pictured this scenario in my mind, that you so eloquently tell the tale in your poem, Mike. But, maybe...maybe...Earth's people will come to their senses.
Blessings - Micke
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Blessings - Micke