November ZeroA Chapter by Kenneth The Poet
The commander and
the deputy turn two keys to ignite the fuse. The sire and lady of Damian's wrath, weirdly that line fits the best. But, the gods in blue decided differently. Mission aborted! Ten silos, ten wombs, really left is just ten tombs. Crumbled and cracked! The missile alert facility parented the deadly weapons. They have gone away and the structures are shells of their prior greatness. Like Job after the house fell down on his seven sons and three daughters. Nothing left but to be stripped naked, sores and dust covering them. The mother and the father either birthing or subject to torment. The loss of any child, no matter how many, the greatest torment. November Oscar, November Zero, nothing, none, nil and nada! Nothing to control, Nothing to defend, nothing left to take pride in. The human womb mocks the would-be parents to death, just empty despair. Gerry Rafferty tells us, you get it wrong so Get it right next time Simple words, painful times. But time is fleeting so the chances are small. Aim right, but the fetus falls victim to a system in great shock. These producers are unable, and so they are November Zeroes. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetAuthor's Note
|
Stats
238 Views
Added on May 27, 2011 Last Updated on May 27, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
|