Light Wmd Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

I saw the flash, the pillar of light,
Cutting like a white beam, splitting the night.

Is it a new weapon of destruction, a new threat to mankind?
To destroy civilization, to move the future behind?

The mighty laser of light blasts through the sky,
We hold our breath, we swallow a cry.

Does it cut through the skin? Evaporate all the hair?
It’s grandmother with her flashlight, coming down the stair!