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JET STREAM

 

This wind scented by the ocean

Crossed over from Russia –

The jet stream swooping down

From the Gulf of Alaska

Carrying the scent of the Ukraine.

The reek of death and smoke and hate

Pouring forth like a cauldron

Fed by every bomb and bullet

Seasoned by mass graves

Pouring across the U.S. of A.

Finally reaching D.C.

But the egos are all inside

On their comfortable leather chairs

Discussing how much more money to borrow

To pave the way to the next term

Until maybe at 90 years old

Some say “good-bye.”

But even they don’t disappear –

Always a book to peddle –

Eh?  Big “O”?

            Now they comment on nuclear war.

            Oh!  The big threats.

            “What kind to use, general?”

            As if any one blast

            Would be the last. –

            The great fallacy.

            Automatic responses are in place

            Without the comedy of Dr. Strange Love.

            Just the extinction of civilization

            And the unfolding of the post-war world

            Which will not allow any of us

            To continue on                                                                                  220318.1