Into the bomb shelters they ran
and huddled there until it was safe.
Their great grandchildren laughed
and huddled in their yard
until they
were not safe,
and rode in their cars to
dirty stores
and looked into eyes as they spoke
dirty words
into the air,
dirty
smiling words like
how are you
and
that will be
twelve
ninety
eight.
Am I upwind?
Am I upwind?
That doorknob is dirty,
the door is dirty
Bleach my words, oh Lord.
We will be stewards.
Thy warnings are at the base
of trees we cut.
Thy warnings are in the animals
in those trees
and in the warehouses
we call barns
and coops.
It says,
“For God So Loved the World”
not
“For God so Loved Man”
