Poem: Atomic Skies Falling

With Hiroshima eyes I weep

for a world self-destructing,

never learning lessons from

the atomic apocalypse of skies falling.

With Nagasaki ears I listen

to the woeful cries of

more and more victims,

each one muted by preemptive Destruction.

With Bikini and Moruroa lips I mourn

so many stories unheard, untold

a legacy of catastrophe

buried by atolls of coral.

With Nevada skin I burn

to tell a Truth obstructed

of desolate Earth and People

united by a cataclysmic obsolescence.

With Lop Nor legs I run

to find a secret crevice

where I lie hidden from a home

on the brink of nuclear precipice.

With Novaya Zemlya and Chernobyl arms I reach

to embrace an untainted vision,

a reality not beholden since

before the Trinity explosion.

Unlike Pokhran and Chagai, I can not celebrate

a new era of annihilation

concealed in formidable disguise

justifying my security by threatening our demise.