The Secret of Cold Fusion

by Bruce Boston

The secret of cold fusion

is galloping away

on the Black Stallion.

The secret of cold fusion

is sly and imminent

as your dead relatives

relishing in their coffins.

The secret of cold fusion

whispers in your ear

so quickly and quietly

only the legions of Mars

could savvy its diction.

The secret of cold fusion

echoes in the corridors

of skyscraper dreams

in an age of leveling.

The secret of cold fusion

chokes on the roaring

turbines of its own

unreliable verifications.

The secret of cold fusion

is alluvial and rich

in sedimentary deposits.

The secret of cold fusion

sleeps in the crabbed alleys

of an incandescent future.