It began with fear, not famine.
What was missing was an understanding
Still, the sky held a blue-white innocence.
It would be many years before light
would become so intense that you could see
your bones through translucent skin.
Silos still held grain, not missiles.
Snow-capped mountains brushed the sky
and held it aloft.
The bomb may have ended the war, but only
if history is read like a distant star.
If only time had not bolted and changed course.
If only the white flags had flown before
the strange storm.
If only the sky had not turned white and aged.
If only there had been one less Einstein
and one more Vonnegut.