nuclear origami round delay (a recycled poem from the-hold)

atomic this and
modern that I heard.


baseball cards and marbles,
hula hoops and yoyos,


bikes with banana seats
made me forget


those blasts and winds and mushrooms on tv
until dreamtime.


nagasakidoom, hiroshimamadness
and new mexico erupting underground.


those guys in the snow in a place called Korea.
the ever constant threat.


years rolled down hills of youth
to places between rocks and hard places.


uptights of catholic schools
and private academies


were strange enough,
and then the whole world came shuddering in.


those mushrooms billowing,
waking with queasy gut,


years unfolding in dread.
ok, reverse the origami


through to middle age
where now I am.


revisiting now and again
worries of private whackos


who'll somehow find a way
to access a nuclear device.


they could change all that we know
before we know it.


somehow,here I am full circle feeling
those nukes of childhood.