early summer dreamscape from a thermonuclear war

real enough to suddenly wake me
in my own sweat and shared heartbeat
     from every specie
surrounded in hellfire damnation
burning to the center of the earth
the quiet of the president's words at hiroshima not withstanding
the only acknowledgement in this so-called
political season       of oligarchy & cartels never ending

the tweet machines & gonad aircraft carriers will peter out

     go silent with all their enigma codes in every language
          that never fooled anybody

who's the exceptional

     choose your pejorative here
thinking that they were born lucky
& unlucky enough
     to survive

--- e b bortz