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.