Category Archives: poem, poetry, nuclear annihilation,

KINDERGARTEN

sirens in the kindergarten
not for lunch
but as everything
beginning with
the letter B
is about to attack

some chuckle-face
throwing himself at Miss
asking good-naturedly

how do you spell “conventional”
how you write:
with the one
true God on our side, it is
with sadness and
profound regret
I have
    just given the order
pressed the button
for nuclear attack

Miss,
    face ashen,
wondering what, if  anything,
will ever written again