by Robert M. Chute
On March eighteenth the son,
our President then, delivered
his ultimatum. The war
would soon begin. That night
I dreamed of his father--
the father had also been President.
Working together the father and I
were busily burning a building.
With face masks and air tanks
we began at the top, worked
our way down, starting fires
on each floor with crumpled paper,
book matches that frequently failed
to light. I woke not knowing,
not dreaming it could come true.
Robert M. Chute’s new book from JustWrite Books, Reading Nature, poetry based on scientific articles, is available from Amazon or Barnes and Noble.