Alice Evans


I have heard again the talk of limiting the Bomb,
Miles and miles of talk to shroud thought of the flash
That would turn our minds to cinder and to ash
As the imagined earth.
In a hundred years the unthinkable will have come - or not.

Sometimes I survey the reaches of the night skies
To ease my share of dread.
When I see stars that could engulf both earth and sun,

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