by Hugh Fox
Remembering Hiroshima and Nagasaki
and obliteration-bombing out the other
Japanese cities, thinking about nuked-out
Chicago, Oak Park, Highland Park, Boston,
Somerville, Cambridge, Harvard levelled,
never really stopping, Kansas City war
streets, 600 dead last year, moving toward
the possibility of wiping it ALL out, before
the sun wears out or the earth cracks into
pieces when all the oil-reserves inside it
that kept it round-together, are used up, as
if Much Ado About Nothing, M.J., Monet’s
meditations, Audrey Hepburn had never
been.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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