In the moist dark of 4 AM,
I wonder at the strangeness of thinking about the bomb and
Why are we obliterating ourselves?
How can we have handled the pandemic, which we knew for decades was an inevitability,
How can we be so divided as a nation?
that people even utter the words Civil War?
At what point
On what date
At exactly what time
Should we have swerved but didn’t?