Herbert Nehrlich - The River Flows

Fires started fires lit,
groping shyly, tat-for-tit,
waves of heat within the earth
Mount Vesuvius, giving birth
lava flows and singes hair
naked now the duffel pair,
fever making little swimmers
passage water slowly simmers
spaseruption at high speed
Kinsey asking: 'Someone wee'd? '
Molecules briefly asunder
Oppenheimer's violent thunder,
It is good that no one knows
just for whom this river flows.

Herbert Nehrlich

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