This next poem is called "The Day the Children Took Over."
Which is a poem about the end of the world.
And though the sky was bright, snow fell down.
Children ran out.
Mothers read letters that said the world would end in fire.
Snow fell on driveways, on trestles and trees.
It fell on lovers locked together.
In bedrooms and back seats of new
Buicks out of sight in green wild fields.
And yes, it fell with a vengeance
on statesmen who predicted peace in our time.
Priests who left the pulpit for a fine new wife
walked about pure and heavy beneath the wet sun.
All around town, children ran out.
Rolled their snow.
Stuck buttons, carrots, old hats and bits of coal on shapeless
lumps.
To create life in their own image.