I'm getting too old for this
Out to the high desert
To visit friends
Beautiful
Seeing the backs of the mountains
Covered in snow
Looking up from
The sandy desert floor
Joshua trees.
Raise their arms
To the sky
And we drive by
The skunk works
Some sort of place
Where mysterious things are made
There are war planes and rockets
Out for display
Spy planes and
Bomb droppers
Propped up in the desert
Looking like sculpture
Such things
Having been the livelihood
Of many of my friends
And family
This one flew in such and such
War
How many innocents
Were killed
By these
And what
I wonder
Do they have
Now-
What has been created
Since ?
The technology
Is mind numbing-
All a bunch of
Nuts and bolts
Hurtling through
The atmosphere
Some very brave people
Flew these things
Some very, very brave pilots
Willing to push "the" button
If they were told to
To unleash the wrath
Of mythical gods
On the heads of
Children
And kittens-
Song birds
And butterflies
It's an interesting place -
This worlld.
