The World Beyond the Megaton

by

Oscar Eggers

 

There is a world beyond the megaton

The intermittent rising rage

The anxious tear-washed peace that

sees no understanding beyond the

dream of understanding of yesterday

The stoic stance of statues bearing

spheres beyond the stars of chance

the matter power of orbit flight

and missile might

Beyond the world that made us

strongly weak and weakly strong

Beyond, but soon to touch our

fingertip and then our grasp

And in that grasp the clasp of faith

each in himself and theirs the other

As I am I of you and you are you of me

There is a world beyond

What may we yet together build?

What may we yet together be?

Upon some newer truths as yet unmade

Perhaps infinity.