FIELD THEORY
a thermonuclear blast
that’s real loadshedding for you
have to
figure out
lightning, atoms,
electromagnetic field
how they connect
what
is the exact interplay
between the four forces
all this at
a University
built
from twigs
and leaves
so much needing
to be re-
invented
not least
ourselves
KING OF SWORDS
War is
not part
of my nature.
Said
many prayers
had it
excommunicated.
Hiroshima
is not
my business, neither
is it in my chemistry
my molecules do not
resonate with that
Einstein equation, are
left stone cold by
Oppenheimer’s
Gita paraphrasing
should you, when you
slip curved Katana blade into
my hand
I become aware
of the gravity
way
beyond my capacity
very thought
of shearing, slicing flesh
turning
my fingers to sushi
for a moment
but then the power
and the craft
such beauty in steel
steeling my spirit to point
I can do anything
kill or
be killed let those
ancient dice roll
for here
the rush comes
goes
and maybe wounds, maybe
death, perhaps
slaughter and havoc
maybe
not a scratch, blood
to expatiate
peace in my heart: who knows,
can hazard
a guess how true
and longlasting
sigh of regret even
in victory with the sheathing
of such
a blade.
WING
Oh my little
chaos butterfly
soft as a poem
you flap
your wings
but no storm
no hurricane
agitated to fury
other
side of
the globe
by the breath
of this
wind
just
megaton upon
megaton
falling to
Earth
spawned
of this gossamer
first strike that will leave
in its wake
no speck
of life
not a tiny
living thing.
poems 2 die for