Every road was straight and crisp

Any blemish quickly fixed

Lips would smile and eyes would glint

And no one knew the thing was sent

From far away it quickly hit

Rubble strewn from pit to pit

A spark alit inside his head

And thinking things that no one said

Order fell and chaos ruled

Fires burned around the new

And as the embers lifted off

He saw things he never saw.



Gene Grindle

Engineer. Dad. Nerd. Interested Economics, Politics, Technology, Poetry, Culinary, Writing, Gardening, Leisure, & Homesteading (at least the idea of it).