Showing posts with label Bombs on the First Sunday in Summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bombs on the First Sunday in Summer. Show all posts

Sunday, June 22, 2025

Bombs on the First Sunday in Summer - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Bombs – All Sizes

 

-As Jack Kerouac did not say

 

 

If we are all going to be destroyed…let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.

 

-C.S. Lewis, “On Living in an Atomic Age,” 1948

 

 

Bombs fall tonight, but then they fall every night

Conceived over single-malt, born of the generals

Suffering not at all as their electronics systems

Guide them in the ways the Bible salesman deems

 

Bombs fall tonight, on a nuclear facility, they say

We can only ask the ashes and winds

While in our triumphalist Ozymandian presumption

We fancy that bombs will never fall on us

 

Bombs fall tonight – and have we been doing

Sensible and human things?

A Shepherd's Path from the Mountain of La Salette - poem

  Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches for the Colonial Office     A Shepherd’s Path from the Mountain of La Salette   ...