Nuclear Aqua-Archaeology


The map was inscribed upon a scroll.
It marked where the land fell under.
The floor of the sea became my goal,
Submerged Atlantis unplumbed wonder.

Past stones sunk in sand, grown green with slime,
I swam through remaining arches standing,
Aghast, to discern, from ancient time
An algae-crusted airstrip landing.

Metallic devices were moored in place,
Cylinders balanced steady,
With barnacles clinging upon their face,
Otherwise aimed and ready.

The rustless contraptions were set to spring,
I noticed a coral-coated lever
Still cocked like a cannon, set to zing--
I pulled it released the lethal thing
The missile smashed half of Denver!
07-08-85 (rev. 09-28-90)

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