Shallow men in a shallow land
Filled with callow, skinny brooks
Resisting gun-bans, burning books;
Wiping mama’s ass in the Home,
She keens “go deeper,” her roomie
Announces hubby was an avid collector,
Of what we never learn, her brain being
Alzheimered to mush, erasing circuits
Like a neutron bomb internalized, people gone,
Only structures remain for nuclear winter,
Bodies moving randomly, snow too thin
For cross country skis.