HALF-TIME SCORE
oodles of suffering
eating this icecream
without sprinkles
the icy cold vanilla
travelling down
a tooth nerve
but, hold your horses,
let’s get the half-time score
from the West Asia war
all those cruise and
ballistic missiles leveling
high rises as if
they were fragile confections
death feasting on the complicit
as ravenously as
with the innocent
death longing
for a war that
will annihilate us all
nuclear winter us
out of this,
bad joke of a time
poems 2 die for 