twilight dawn to nuclear winter's rise

twilight, and the ocean breaks

under the basking light of midnight's moon

the opaque hull of a submarine

its black metal casts a dull glow at my eyes

its surfacing slowly mesmerizes, dulls the fears

ponderously upward it rises bouyed by salt and water

ever so imperceptibly moves

like a stealth futuristic machine of Jules' dreams

poised imperceptibly, one millimeter per minute rising

ever so slow, like watching by imagination

an ominous sea creature stealthily go

from somewhere in the deep to the top

like from 20,000 Leagues giant squid

monster of the lairs beneath

to meet the ocean waves

oblivious, sinister mission bent

master of the breakers on the reefs

twilight, and the ocean breaks

exposes the wayward submarine

poised for mischief or just plain havoc

black, its hull opaque

to point of impenetrable density

to the eyes to my reeling mind

a living machine, breathing, seething

hidden intent

manned within unseen,

its sailor occupants within her womb 

bathed in neon lights 

are they friend or foe?

most likely, my senses sense, 

they must be foes given the clandestine

thus come to these distant shores, 

my homeland and yours

is it ours this machine?

is it ours?

is it not?

does it contain a thousand fold of nuclear tips

of instant multiple independent targetable vehicles?

no doubt, it's got

mirv warheads capable of charring, incinerating a continent

with its thermonuclear weapons of ungodly destruction

are those human creatures, 

within its hull at this moment 

made of humor wry or are they weary spent

are they of solemn irk, 

or have they a bit of rue mixed with grief

of what they are about to do,

poised to release said weapons on their kind?

if so, why not have they released from mid ocean?

such seeming tranquility before impending doom

i am just surmising, 

expecting the worse in a paranoid state of mind,

never have seen such things before

is all

i guess,

but still . . .

the ocean water laps at the torpedo shape of ship

its opal blackness, smooth and sensual

like a super secret of James Bond's make

with its convex seamless sides

utterly quiet, seductive in its deathly beauty

is it ours or of a foreign port of ships?

i stare stupefied, subservient

to ominous inner dialogue

twilight, and the ocean breaks

under the basking light of midnight's moon

the opaque hull of this submarine jars me back afraid

it sudden moves away from shore

still exposed neath the lee of towering cliffs

my frightened eyes by chance again perceive

its sudden moves, retrieves its former course

glides reverse

coordinates resumed surmise my thoughts

back to ocean broad

pursues a hidden goal

still afloat atop the breaking waves

whose lapping seem subservient

like dogs in heat pulling at its phallic shape

twilight, and the ocean breaks

time has passed, while i

entranced,

held hostage by the scene

it having thus far come to this

is it by chance or divine coincidence?

it helplessly unfolds

as my peering mind

in captivity of watch

to the sordid scene, 

as it inexoribly unfolds

within the range of what appears to be a mile

i still see,

i feel

whether if

is it the end of days, 

the final click to atomic midnight?

the end of human history,

its final threshold reached?

a blinking red, a shining light emits

from the conning tower of the hulk

when of a sudden a rushing,

a low emitting sound of resonance

a sound of sucking, 

monstrous strength of boiling,

a roiling turbulence of ocean water's tonnage

from far away

this it is i see 

on this inland sea

it comes alive with rage and violent burst of Titan power

i stand to see from my hiding place in fear and trepedation

a shiny spear, 

a missile rise so ever slow

explosive power at its tail,

meted power constrained contained, 

reined and harnessed by mortal mind 

to its final mark of end

genius guided as if by other world masterminds

like the Lex Luthor of a superman

upward rise, slow it gains momentum

accelerates into the sky

more mirvs rise and follow, 

the lead of the first i saw

the twilight lights the sky of night

accompanies the stars to incandescent sparks on high

they arc in their trajectory,

like limp and weakend meteors who have lost their nerve,

but far from it

their deadly cargo of genocide remains intact

they contain capacity 

to each man and child a thousand deaths each one

their sparks alight like rabid fireflies,

escaped from Dantes Inferno,

following like faithful imps to the first i saw released

they all, having gained supersonic velocity

seem to revel in their freedom

to now, this their final moment vile,

irretrievably aloft but only there stay awhile

all 21 within the bay of the sub of dread

are released in quick succession

their stinging rays of radioactive payload,

cause my mouth to dry

the taste of copper i can't extrude by spit

for their fall will char a nation,

a continent,

the earth,

my homeland

the place of birth of all who walk or sleep or work

in an instant it shall be over

i envy those at centers

for such is aptly termed the MAD

the insanity bred of fear, 

that leads to this,

climaxing in homo sapien's mind

to this outcome

for mutually assured destruction

twilight, and the ocean breaks

under the basking light of midnight's moon

i watch the sky to the eastern horizon

beneath whose cloak of night landfall waits

to receive the blows barbaric

from the crooked hand of hell

i wait and watch for the mirvs to fall

the land lights up with the light 

of a million falling stars

like meteors they wicked slice 

what's left of peace at impact

what's left of earth and her populace

what's left of sleeping man and his kin

i feel the earth shake and tremble under my feet

seconds later i hear the groans and gasps

the death throes of my earth

i see the reds and yellows

stain the atmosphere and and hit with radioactive fire

with blows of rays invisible,

it poison spills and bursts to rape her face with evil's ire

the force of impacts throws me off my feet

S and P waves do their work

i lay stunned 

on this remote part of my homeland's beach

i feel the heat from hundreds of miles away

i do not bother to rise or pray

only that somehow my death by some means be swift

i feel the quiet serene, 

like that of the eye of a hurricane

and then the rushing winds of equal strength,

but torrid hot

i'm tossed along the ground like a hurling pebble

my thoughts are centered on the rocks a quarter mile away

my wish will be granted

my death will be swift and painless

when i strike their walls

my corpse shall be entombed,

with the ashes of the bombs' effects,

like those of Pompeii's folks

twilight, and the ocean breaks no more

under the basking light of midnight's moon

angels of heaven above

mark my death,

my flesh of dust, my particles of bone,

by thermodynamics principles of physics' laws obey,

imprinted on the rocks like shadows of hiroshima, 

scattered to the winds,

they glow as radioactive elements

my soul, my spirit along with all of those

in whom, 

He

in Him they trust

are carried to His throne,

while on the reeling earth,

nuclear winter has set in