Worry about nuclear theatre
may be a sign of privilege,
having something to lose.
Jet fumes accent grey yellow sunset sky,
dog nails patter on bare wood floor,
cats sit near guarding opposite directions.
In war zones bombs blitz everyday
death is near, some say they’ve lost all fear,
my distant mind strains to comprehend.
I always wonder about my fur friends,
their reliance on us, not privy to our plans
yet much goes on in sky above and earth below,
down the road and millions of miles away
and I know nothing of it.
Darkness has fallen into steady gnawing and
this human mind calms knowing about
not knowing much at all.