The child came into the world with a nuclear bomb <br />Hanging like a mobile over his head. <br /> <br />At any second <br /> <br />Every thing <br />Every place <br />Every body <br /> <br />Could be vaporized into nothing-ness. <br /> <br />What innocence is lost <br />When the mad grown-up world <br />Intrudes <br />Like a rapist in the night <br />And shoves a cold cocked revolver <br />‘Neath the covers <br />In the crib? <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Eclectica, Vol.3, No.4, Nov-Dec '99)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nuclear-age/
