Mutually Assured Destruction
Air-raid drills in the hallway,
air-raid shelters in the backyard,
neither would have worked.
If us and the Russians would have
gotten MAD at each other
the Cold War would have been toast.
In 1990 with détente,
no one would get MAD
or so we thought.
Perhaps the Russians will get MAD
at the Ukranians. The Ukraine gave
up its nukes, so perhaps AD instead.
Maybe the Iranians will now get the
bomb and be MAD at the Israelis. Or
maybe the Israelis get MAD first.
Perhaps India gets MAD at Pakistan, or
maybe they get MAD at each other.
So, they will be MAD together.
Perhaps we will all get MAD at
the same time. Oh well, no one
will be left.
MADDENING.
“I, who am strong, must bear with you, who are weak.
I can mentor if it’s strength and wisdom you seek.”
“I, who am weak, must bear with you, who indeed
think highly of self and just some Scriptures heed.”
April 26, 2022
entered in the Killing with an Epigram contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
If to err is human
and forgive, divine;
There are many more humans
than divinity in
this world of mine.
My love.
Your words, last ones,
echo in my head today:
“I think the difference is
you’ve made your peace with it.”
And then.
9 months later, in my dreams,
a different sentiment was
voiced from your lips:
“I feel there’s a little
piece of me inside you.”
But love,
peace and piece,
think and feel,
Why must they be mutually exclusive?
It seems we cannot have both.
I cannot find peace within my mind
if pieces of my heart
are still with you.
Neither do pieces of your thoughts
give my heart peace.
My heart beating is alive hitherto
my lung breathing is hitherto
my eyes hitherto facing the queen
of myself thy love IS don . . .
— ( thank thou by blessing creator)
But, obviously in worth is degrees
of early befoul inquiry . . .
your wearing breasts in a practical nude
your truly wearing encounter-leg
— by 75% nude
away, sneaking by of stylish whole
Across el break surrounds one, the hole.
over reacting is you practically
by imitation from my death
Essaying a big selfsame, from it mouth;
sponging out thee any indication
of never having snake me-back in your mind,
then, you had ever caressed me . . .
Darling! — in my record,
blessing you did it — in mine shut up
blessing you did it . . .
In wrangles ignored your imagination.
~ Ciro C Toledo ~
My heart is beating yet
my lung yet breathing
my eyes yet facing the queen
of myself thy love
— (Thou thank your creator . . . )
But, obviously in degrees
in other side
your wearing breasts in a practical nude
your truly wearing encounter-leg
by 75% nude
sneak of a stylish whole
Over a break surround the hole.
Over reacting is you practically
in imitation, from my death
by had said
it without a giving of indication
of snaking-back in your mind
you had ever caressed me
May be-yes!
In ignore tab imagination.