Nukespoem 7 Oct 2007
         By William Gillespie and Dirk Stratton

World war three slaw

with a side of mushrooms
         fried by our arrogance

we wander
         the waste land, belching
         a military solution

to the threat
         of peace, and that's
         all black water under
         the bridge.
         Runs deep,

runs silent, runs dead--
         "Where are based?"
         the academic commando inquires.
         "This peace is about
         war"-- the artist's statement

explicates a poisonous
         cloud of theory,
         verbiage rises from
         the ember
         of a half-idea

of half-lives extinguished
         of have-to's now irrelevant
         of haves now equal to the have nots

halfed by the quarter notes
         of lost notions

framed by craters