Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Nuclear Proliferation

It’s spectacular, this nuclear bomb craze.
Even the shittiest country can have its day
On the world stage, too big technologically
To kick around.  Something profoundly

Democratic about everyone wielding
The same sized stick, the same threat
Of calamity, Texan peace and progress.
The sensible kid always had something

Handy, a rock, a knife to defend the rules,
Contingency plans to keep the bully at bay—
Survival means balance, leveling the scales. 

Maybe I too want an ICBM to call upon
(Omni-impotent stranger that I’ve become)
To blackmail the past for a future.

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