Nuclear Dreams 1950-2001

At night, when young,
We knew the bomb...
I died in dreams so often:
Ending as a flash of white fire.
Decades pass...
I stay alive. I don't Die
In dreams. I won't.
I died again last night...
I felt the bomb, nearby,
A clock set to ring,
In my mind, In my dream,
The trigger clicked, the dream ended.
I died again last night.

Michael James Lawless