gist@utastro.UUCP (Marc Gist) (06/04/85)
Walk the road and watch the sunset Made red by bomb-blown ash, Feel the warmth of the spring time sun: A fortnight hence is nuclear winter; And the cool touch of spring night Is but a dream for evermore. Listen to the air filled with song Of vultures awaiting a last supper. Breath the air, softly scented By poisoned fumes, radium tainted. Hold the hand of the one you love, That's all that's left of him. Talk of great dreams yet to be , Knowing life will not go on. Learn to know each others likes and dislikes A flash of rage may be your end. Give to each other your deepest hopes And you will be the other's supper. When the day has turned to night After night was turned to day. With deep gratitude to Mary Hauck