disasters lie in wait
just below the bustle of normalcy,
potential disasters just wait
to have their number called,
the great Chimney Tops 2 Fire
erupted from seemingly nowhere:
a Black Swan event,
disease can all of a sudden
lay waste to constancy,
at a deep level I fear the atom bomb,
as a little kid I remember being told
I need to wear a dog tag
so they could identify me after the bombs hit,
now I’m closing in on 70,
and normalcy seems tenuous, fragile, fleeting,
in the night I can awaken
into the fear just below.
by Henry H. Walker
December 23, '16
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