(North Korea wants an H-bomb–why, I do not know)

What I Feared

What I feared was
Looking up into the sky
Where the blue became white

And out of parallel lines
That could be clouds or
Contrails, something silver

And everything becomes white
And I am gone with everyone
And everything I know.

Or, worse, that I live
To face oncoming nuclear winter.

My fears, while a child living
In an early nuclear age in a
War that was too cold.