by Mark Blaeuer
Scramble to a fence and pasture off-complex:
a sutured green, a mask for ICBM triggers
(plutonium spheres, each the size of a child’s ball).
Nearby, a Sony boombox: World Series, Baltimore
and Philadelphia. Philadelphia, despite enmity’s
link of one town to another.
An organizer with a walkie-talkie signals
ten thousand souls along barbed wire.
Sunlight, Oppenheimer’s doubt thus magnified, prayers launching.
Asphodel Madness 2.0 