Three Minute War
riding the fiery sky,
your rockets alight.
the super-strong wind—
watch out,
fallout.
the three minute war.
then no more.
no men with guns,
no military bands,
no drums.
a skeleton of the past.
a touch of a button—
the mushroom is vast.
James Garratt – 1993
This poem is part of a printout and the original writing pad, sadly no longer exists.
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