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Mushroom Visions

by J. B. Hogan

Mushroom visions in black and white,
a budding sight,
a triumph of science:
nuclear babies televisionized.

A small woman moans in labor,
cities disintegrate,
shadows burn into, onto walls;
end one era and out.

Time is come, time is coming,
time is beginning and time has run out for:

Quiet evenings at home,
god myths (slow-dying though they are),
a single history,
a simple past,
some unlikely hope.

Theoretically, the philosopher argued,
man is yet an adolescent
in the continuum of eternity
with wet pants
and a hair trigger.

Copyright © 2011 by J. B. Hogan

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