So very close, the lunatics
in charge, panting and sweating

with anticipation. Mad dogs
hovering over red buttons,

aching to fire the missiles,
to blast those fucking

Russians to hell, once and
for all, to finally claim

the world as ours, as God
ordained and intended.

Let the bombs rain down
and evil burn. No matter

the cost, even unto extinction.
So close. So very close.

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.