May 29, 2016Bioman, Disarmament, Flash, Nuclear War, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Sleep Today is the third and final time I will land before taking off again I will see to it that your new rocket is a fine Thin raft for the rest of time so that Whenever you feel enough is enough You can take off and land safely when the chill Has gone from the weather and you understand That I will not be then or later The answer to the nuclear war that you Inter upon the earth, Barack and Co And so I need to know When the isolated comer shall lead Us to the when and the why The word of the witnesses shall Make you cry, Oh B and that is the best When for us today That you see what it was and that it is not Available to the coming generations to vent their frustrations Upon the world. Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...