War of the Worlds
It turns out
we are not going to die.What was coming
is not coming.Their heat-rays
have not incinerated wholecrowds of earthlings.
Their great machines—there are no great machines.
The children are safe asleep.It turns out
we are never going to die.
Copyright © 2018 by Dave Lucas
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission
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