It's a great windy day
out on Goldwater Bay.
Not a single boat out
and no swimmers about.
It's because of a glitch
in the Pentagon, which
tripped the nuclear lever
in a misguided fever
and a million and one
then exploded. We're done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a very talented man, Herr Herbert Nehrlich. gladly, I wade through not many, a few, to find one to stir me again, anew.