Based on a painting, "Nuclear Puppies", by Julie Nagel, 2001*

You’re a mutant, you know—
got funny dog babies sprouting
out of your head like they were
ears.  Those copies of your face

look up at a sky of ashy gray,
perked and tense.  Are you listening
to yourself?  What choir
of dog-eared deformities

sings to you?  Maybe they should have
howled louder before we dropped The Bomb.
Maybe the yellow caterwaul of their
melting butter bodies would have stayed our hand.

I doubt it though.  
This is what we do. We burn things.
We tinker, adding and subtracting until
what’s left is blasphemy—until what’s left is

you.  A yellow almost-dog, a sagging
body with melted flesh where there should
be fur. Sad monster; beg your alms
from the atomic Frankensteins who made you.

Your skyward eyes are bright, still happy
anywhere but here.  But your abominable
body lies here staring into gray space with
Alpo still sticky on your nose, wet, brown snow.

Seven minutes to midnight
The New Year’s Eve party in full swing
How stunning you look in that red dress
Our friendship of many years is about to fail
Funny how one moment can change everything
My heart pounding, I feel like a mess
Our courtship playing out on a global scale

Six minutes to midnight
My mind is racing, and I begin to perspire
You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
Why you chose to dance with me, I'll never know
Thoughts of what may come sets my heart on fire
I always secretly hoped you may be keen
And now the world waits for us to put on a show

Five minutes to midnight
Uncertainty begins to cloud my every thought
Perhaps I misread all of the signs
What if the whole thing is only in my head
I remember the times when we bickered and fought
Sometimes I read too much between the lines
All confidence gone, my feet turn to lead

Four minutes to midnight
I watch, mesmerized by your swaying hips
My soul is filled with joy by your laughing eyes
How could I ever doubt the way you feel
We move together and now I become transfixed
Reflections in a mirror, our bodies synchronize
My deepest hopes and dreams finally becoming real

Three minutes to midnight
The pace and tone of the music intensifies
We dance as one, never missing a single beat
Our arms moving together in perfect time
My stomach churns, full of butterflies
I never knew anyone could be so sweet
To think, in a few moments you could be mine

Two minutes to midnight
My ears fill with the sound of my thudding heart
As though a million men were marching nearby
Surely you can hear its deafening roar
We've both waited a long time to play our part
Now the time approaches when our love can fly
I wonder why we never thought to do this before

One minute to midnight
Standing precariously at the edge of the abyss
One wrong step and we both might tumble
But we've come too far now to walk away
As the seconds count down, I begin to reminisce
Recalling the friendship that's about to crumble
The whole world will always remember today

Midnight*
In a sea of red, balloons falling from the sky
Our arms finally embrace, as midnight chimes
Your intoxicating perfume fills me with bliss
All men should feel this way before they die
As the band begins to play Auld Lang Syne
I whisper a silent prayer, and we kiss ...

As the bombs drop
It's unclear
Because one we love one
It's nuclear

Anthropogenic climate change
Nuclear fallout Chernobyl  
Raptors flourish
And wolves
Dwell
Sleeping.

Catfish swimming
In a cooling eye
Grown old and untouchable
By mans wills.

Rusty ships
Wetlands
Roam free.

Storks in their nests
1875
The cheval de prjevalski
Dye without mercy

The fallout from time
A call to restore
A broken land.

The wolves cry
The wolves cry

Friedrich Nietzsche had once told
"Let us beware of saying that Death is the opposite of life.
The living being is only a species of death and a very rare species"

And I know exactly what it means.

I live with the generation
Not wanting to live
Our television shooting guns from Middle East
Our screens begging help from Africa
when America enjoys the Oscar and
Britain and Australia rambles about Ashes
I live with the generation
who think football is not a game but passion
who think war is not crime but just another compuer game
They are dead
They have been fairly killed

I live with the generation
whose dreams are Made in China
Advertised with British Accent
Available on Sale during one of the Christmas
And sometimes they fall from sky
I live with the generation
who have forgotten apple is actually a fruit
But they unfold apple for birthday twice a year
Who grows food on binary
Cannot separate beef from buff
And eat dust coated with sugar
They are dead
They have been fairly killed

I live with the genration
who are better aliens
My generation wants to find vampire for soulmate
They plant to fight against zombies
Our ninja cuts fruit
We are so anxious instead of praying
we run around temples
Even the birds are so angry because
George R.R. Martin kills all our favorite charaters
and Sheldon cooper can't be helped
Everyone thinks they are Sherlock Homes
But can't find socks for school
They are dead
They have been fairly killed

We hate mathematics because
they are not pop songs
We prefer walking almost ****
Maybe because we dont have AC on clothes
We extremely love our parents - in our wall
But we forget where they work
We make happy faces in window pane when sad
We kick street dogs when mad
And if they bite back, we **** them all.
**** dogs! We dont need them.
Cats rule the world.

We regret too much.
Earth is our burden.
We wait endlessly for apocalypse
We are dead.
We have been fairly killed
Drugged and Polished
Addicted to dying
And Saved everytime by our
- American Superheroes

About Me
I sell peace for money
I advertise hunger for donations
I live in a haunted house
Ghosts have stopped crossing my way
They cook in my kitchen and
are naked on my bedroom
I am not interested in blood
I need coffee to keep me alive
I inhale smoke to pump my lungs
I live near Mount Everest
Enthralled by Nuclear Bombs of North Korea
Not able to see Smokes from America
eating our Snow

And my greatest tragedy
I am in a country where
we need to be in queue
wanting to live
waiting to die

We have been fairly killed.
We still think the sky is blue.