Shell 08-H

Tale of a sentient soul trapped in a mobile nuclear missile, headed for land.

When I touch

so it does too
When I reach out
so it does too
When I cannot see
so it sees me
When I can see

so it sees me
When I weep

so it does weep with me

When I scream

so it does scream with me
When I touch
so it does too
And when it dies
so I die too

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nuclear weapons. 40 mile kill zone instantly. Next 40 miles. Slow death. The poem left the reader with something to think about. Last lines are true. All will die or wish they did. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

My favorite of yours!
Well done!
Keep it up!!

[SLOVA]

Thank you, Emily.

SLOVA