up. We'll survive or at least part of us will. We really are "malleable". It will be a "transitional stage", a step upwards on the evolutionary ladder. Radioactivity and genetics are at work with one another. When the Enola Gay dropped the first atomic device, the pilot was later to go mad. Maybe this has already happened to the world and there's no one to discern the difference. Maybe a forest of "maybes" has already sprouted and left a forest of dust clouding the collective vision. Maybe it's all too terrifying to be taken seriously and disbelief is the escape hatch. Like the pilot's lapse into comforting drugs for reassurance or the dervishes with their Magic Mushroom. Maybe it's closer to what Harry Truman announced after "deploying" the first "device" or exercising the nuclear option in the jargon of the strategists. They started it. We prepared to end it. No regrets. Turned over on his deathbed and went to sleep 15, 16, 17 Back to the Contents Page 

 

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ROCKING HORSE

Fate is a mahout astride a large elephant, impersonal as dark sun with winds raging across a desert. Fate is the old bones of dead Indians being resurrected as ground mist on the edge of a salt marsh. And not knowing what to call personal destiny we resort to the clunker "fate" -- "beggar and king" enjoying, or so it is said, the dust together. I prefer wet leaves breaking canisters of restraint and calling to the earth as little paws digging into the humus of the sky. 20 Back to the Contents Page 

 

ROUGE AND GRAY

So much time has passed & time is a hooligan run wild littering the streets, squeezing toothpaste at the wrong end shredding clothes with a razor blade. Time is never called into account -- lives like Peter Pan in a flying abode above it all scot-free, the surly bandit. A perilous acquisition -- tiny pinpricks above the eye-brows crows' feet -- all too visible rending of fleshy corners bulbed to puffiness. Red-handed, I caught time his knife in Youth once more still-water decay, brackish 

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