war/health/nuke poem
they make new diseases
as easy as they make
new wars
as easy as they make
new products through slavery
what we want and what
we'll put up with
til the next new surprise
a meltdown is coming
but by then they know
we'll be all too sick
of caring
too sick to even think
it will be like watching
the stars blink out
oh my we'll sigh
and crawl into bed
pull the covers over our heads
hope they will let us sleep
hope our dreams will save us
til they come in the morning
to force us awake
hand us a shovel
say get to work
Peter Buknatski
Montpelier, Vt.