The Chicken Dance On the Doomsday Clock

Here it comes passed starting, close to the end of the party in between the laughter and the jokes the first last kiss of goodbye to hope as the apocalyptic clock holds a breath at two minutes locked waiting for the word push button feared to be heard lost to common sense slurred - who's the man of the hour if all is lost, what good is power? Threat and rhetoric displaces time and leverage and children bow and cover in threat of losing what life once discovered in past forgotten wars abhorred memory disposed by bombs and swords could the mind or time erase the holocaust of the human race? Step away a second, give peace, diplomacy a chance there is nothing beyond this chicken dance. Updated for Doomsday Clock 2/10/2018