Poetry, Part Twenty-one

Had we been stupid, or arrogant, enough to go to nuclear war, would any of us have survived? Would those survivors have--finally--learned anything of lasting value from that manufactured holocaust? We have never taken that path in all of the years those missiles have been in place; but, again, I often thought of many possibilities when it came to what could happen.

The Last War Like

Sparks
crossing silent
skid the air--

We are the chance for war
and imagine some, or maybe all of us,
gone in his own glory
blazing.
Each a personal vision
like hell.
Our beliefs were
no more horrible than orbiting
within range of an uncontrollable sun.
A merely sooner tiring of human tensions,
we cannot refuse,
for what remains may be a knowing
never moving to this end a second time.

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