the f word
i am in awe of the power of the f word
the h bomb of words
just drop it and watch
the mushroom cloud
the pressure wave
fallout covering ground
now unsafe for generations
the temptation to put
that kind of heat into
every single poem
the wondering if
it is ever wise
or kind
to do that to people
the wish to write
a poem which
requires the f word
just to know that i
am alive enough
to wield that kind of power
