During the Cuban Missile Crisis
a girl ran home at recess in tears.
Adults were talking to children
about the very real possibility
of everyone being burned alive.
We took this all in our stride.
because we’d seen the great Kaiju
monster movies at the Capitol.
We knew just what would happen,
the way crowds would flee
looking over their shoulders,
as they ran toward the camera
the way the wind from Mothra’s wings
would knock down bridges and buildings
the way Godzilla advanced unstoppable
through the smoke of burning cities
(himself the result of a nuclear disaster)
and the way the whole world was fragile,
crafted so meticulously and delicately
of rice paper, string and cardboard.
We guessed the Japanese probably
knew what they were talking about.