At The Bomb Testing Site Poem by William Stafford

At The Bomb Testing Site

Rating: 3.1


At noon in the desert a panting lizard
waited for history, its elbows tense,
watching the curve of a particular road
as if something might happen.


It was looking at something farther off
than people could see, an important scene
acted in stone for little selves
at the flute end of consequences.


There was just a continent without much on it
under a sky that never cared less.
Ready for a change, the elbows waited.
The hands gripped hard on the desert.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 27 January 2015

A very gripping poem of the nuclear age. Most things on the continent could be bombed and destroyed. good imagery, although there are obscure phrases.

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