Atomic Child


I used to look up into a blue

And yellow and white sky from

Walking up the dry unplanted

Incline toward the community

Pool on the brighter days of

Summer on my way to swim

In seasonal cool water


I saw contrails of planes touch

The top rim of the sky


Now and then I heard a sonic



And this is what I feared:


That a slender and silver missile

Would fly down without mind

And touch the ground


Detonating all the earth and

Sky I knew into a final flash

Of heat and dissolving senses


Now the Nuclear Security

Summit meets in Washington,



Godspeed to stop then take

Apart shined-up machines,

For now, of nuclear disuse