Molotov Cocktail Poems
by Gary Hardaway
What poem could match
the Nazi-cooking power
of burning gasoline
through chinks of Panzer armor?
None I ever found
and scratched across a paper pad,
circa ‘72 through 2000.
Now the enemy dons such cunning uniforms.
Simplicity of gasoline in glass
will never be enough.
The new theaters require C-4 poems
and poems stealthy as computer viruses
to counteract the shape-shifting squadrons
of the new millennium's blitzkrieg.
Explosive, expanding with force, sounding a loud report.
"to counteract the shape-shifting squadrons / of the new millennium's blitzkrieg."
Outstanding poetry. *
Good one. Particularly like "Simplicity of gasoline in glass.."
Love the extended analogy. Good one.
Nicely done, Gary. I like the poem's division in form. Yes. Good piece.
great!
Perfect! * ;-)
"The new theaters require C-4 poems"
Agree!
Thanks to everyone for your kind attention and comments.
Very nice,Gary!
Thanks very much, Gessy.