You Cannot Bomb Me Anymore

Listen, little big man,
you cannot bomb me
anymore
because I don't allow you
to bomb me anymore
nor to choke
nor rape me anymore,
for I have my own strength now
and my own creative
peace business now

With this woman's mind
this woman's body
this woman's heart -
we don't allow you
to bomb us anymore
for our sisters in Norway
have shown us the way
and now -
you cannot, cannot, cannot bomb us
anymore.

For it was
the grandmother
who ate the big bad wolf
and not the other way round --

so now
we will not allow you
to bomb us, bomb us,
ANYMORE.

Palm Curve

Cuddled in the heart of your hand,
soft hand, warm hand,
I do not feel the meaningless drops
of life drizzling,
do not hear its jackal-thunder
nor see its lynx-lightning
in the dark.

And if the world should burst tonight
in a giant mushroom flame,
I would not notice -
Snuggled in the nook
of your gentle palm
where I belong,
it seems I may exist
forever.

We are all alike -
gently dozing in the nook
and the noose
of borrowed nuclear time.