Nevada 1953

Tj Struska



Crash test dummies once employed to gauge 

the effects of an atomic blast

sit on a living room sofa

looking like my dead parents;

 

Dad’s tie askew,

Mom’s pillbox hat about to fly off.

They smile ferociously into the camera.

 

I can see Dad’s Oldsmobile on the carport,

the doors have blown off.

 

At noon, in the low desert,

a painted lizard waits,

his body tense,

his head cocked,

a hot wind coming up,

his golden skin rippled in the heat,

watching the curve of an empty road,

as if something’s about to happen,

some consequence,

on the edge of History.

 

12:04, under a changeless sky,

a hand poised on a button,

waiting

  • Author: TS James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2023 22:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: I write offbeat poems with humor and darkness \r\nI hope in the wake of Oppenheimer \r\nThis may have relevanance
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  • L. B. Mek

    devoid of inhumane Nuclear context
    your Poetry, reads transparent
    shades-in, those silent worries
    where we contemplate, that juxtaposed
    In a fate, distinguished by invisible
    lines of featherweight chance:
    'some consequence,
    on the edge of History.

    12:04, under a changeless sky,
    a hand poised'
    (I know little
    but even i can recognise you've crafted
    a Brilliant poem
    Your talent, accentuated
    by your succinctly
    Sparse, choice wording
    and poise, in your poetic
    Voice and measured tonality)
    thank you!
    for choosing to share, dear Poet

  • Tj Struska

    Thank you for your kind and generous comment
    Tj Struska



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