The Nightmare

poem

Last night, I had a dream of pleasant memories, which quickly became a nightmare; I saw a nuclear explosion, and from high above, it’s horrifying aftermath….

Worse, I was the one who had ordered it.

THE NIGHTMARE

There seemed a corridor to run,

between the city ground and air,

with rays of memory, the sun,

a boundary lit with meaning there

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For here, the lawn and house of birth,

light in the kitchen, grandma’s home,

appearing out a dawn, the Earth

within benighted lands unknown

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- A call for war to heaven high!

upon an iron socle¹ willed,

with all adoring, leaden I,

as Mars, appalling fire spilled

1. a plinth beneath a statue