world war 3
World War 3
When war again breaks out in Europe
and the culture that was, is a smokestack
that drifts in foul air
Not that art matters, if any survives, they
will be busy finding food and shelter
the winter will be long and hard, Britain
will be a hole in the sea, fir for fish,
I will seek sanctuary in Ushuaia, the most
southerly place in Argentine
It was there a world-famous violinist fled
when during a concert, lost his trousers
and Europe laughed.
a place where two great oceans collide
clearing the air and foul debris
I will visit the violinist to see if he still
plays, and if he has no radio tell him of
the tragedy, if he feels sorry for Europe
he is a good man, but if he gleefully laugh
his embarrassment has made him bitter.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2024
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