It Must Be Wonderful Poem by Doug Lane

It must be wonderful
to be
a part
of one of those young,
healthy,
families on the upswing
to whom the future feels
blindingly bright
and infinitely long
instead of being
the crazy old uncle
with rubble behind him
and a foreshortened future,
a long walk off a short dock,
in front of him.

Like Poland
in late Summer
1939
waiting to be invaded
from east
and west,
awaiting a fate
bloodier, blacker,
more horrible
than any of its millions
of citizens
could reasonably,
or even possibly,
dare to imagine
in their worst
nightmares.