We rocked, didnít we?
We sent spaceships to the moon,
ringed Earth with satellites
and sang songs that echoed
around the world.
We tamed the atom and taught
electrons to be our willing slaves.
We built bigger shovels,
bored deep holes and
scraped off mountaintops
to stoke our ubiquitous engines.
Paul Bunyans all, feeding off
the spirit of Walt Whitman.
Still, it is the emptiness
that is the future that torments us.
Foolishly, we look for clues
from Revelation, Nostradamus.
Then, more soberly,
we think of innocents upon
a widened beach, spellbound
by the incoming tsunami.
From Scattershot, A Collection of Unrelated Poems (Mina-Helwig, 2009).
Used here with the authorís permission.
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Edward Hujsak (1925 - 2018) was born in New Hampshire to a Polish farming family. A chemical engineering graduate of the University of New Hampshire, Ed worked on propulsion systems at General Dynamics during development of the Atlas and Centaur rockets. He was propulsion engineer on John Glenn's famous orbital flight and served as chief of preliminary design at General Dynamics Astronautics Division for ten years, accumulating more than a dozen patents in the aerospace field. In addition to his numerous engineering achievements, Ed was a writer, artist, sculptor, and builder of furniture and musical instruments. In his spare time, Ed made more than 2000 wooden birds, dogs, and race cars for the San Diego Fine Woodworkers Association, which distributes them to sick and needy children.
This poem gives one pause, which is what poems are meant to do.
Posted 12/26/2011 10:20 AM
Breath-taking last image! Thought-provoking poem.
Posted 12/26/2011 07:21 AM