Nuclear Shadow Poem by Dalan Jahan

History soaked in blood
weeps through storms of iron
from Israel to Iran.
A rifle on the chest of a century—
the spirits of war cry in the dark:
Fire! Fire!
Crush the descendants of humankind.
Fighter jets pierce the veins of the sky—
toward whose home?
In which city
do bodies scatter
in the fire-red wail of broken bricks?
From trembling fingers
bursts a nuclear warning.
In thunderbolts of smoke
it fades away
into the exploded eyes of the world.