THE BOMB, THE FINIK*NG BOMB

New Zealand is the first 

to get the new day’s sun

A privilege for sure

To be ahead of others

Whatever that means

I wonder I fear, I tremble

Does that mean we will

Be destroyed first?

Before Europe, the Americas,

Russia, China, Africa

When they launch the aged 

Missiles, their nuclear arsenal?

Or, will we be an afterthought?

Part of the “cleaning up” process?

If you know don’t tell me, warn me

It will only cause panic. How about this?

Tell me on a Sunday, when we walk 

In the park, admire the flowers; turn to me,

Say “Now”, then let the destruction begin,

Yes, tell me on a Sunday, before we die.

I have to return a library book.

What’s a book? What’s a library?

Why are everyone and everything burning?