ICE AGE
need just a sprinkling
of tactical nukes
to restore
the balance
once in our favour
pop a
couple off
one,
two,
perhaps three:
instant, drive-through victory,
no fear of nuclear winter
those
being nuked
proving themselves rational
enough to keep
everything
within bounds
and yet
the spectre of this
alone
enough to get me
to freeze over
the blood in my body
every thought in my brain
frozen block solid
going
new Ice Age.
poems 2 die for 