November Zero, in 289 Syllables

More haiku-squared.

The commander and
the deputy turn two keys
to ignite the fuse.

The sire and lady
of Damian's wrath, weirdly
that line fits the best.

But, the gods in blue
decided differently.
Mission aborted!

Ten silos, ten wombs,
really left is just ten tombs.
Crumbled and cracked!

The missile alert
facility parented
the deadly weapons.

They have gone away
and the structures are shells of
their prior greatness.

Like Job after the
house fell down on his seven
sons and three daughters.

Nothing left but to
be stripped naked, sores and
dust covering them.

The mother and the
father either birthing or
subject to torment.

The loss of any
child, no matter how many,
the greatest torment.

November Oscar,
November Zero, nothing,
none, nil and nada!

Nothing to control,
Nothing to defend, nothing
left to take pride in.

The human womb mocks
the would-be parents to death,
just empty despair.

Gerry Rafferty
tells us, you get it wrong so
Get it right next time

Simple words, painful
times. But time is fleeting so
the chances are small.

Aim right, but the
fetus falls victim to a
system in great shock.

These producers are
unable, and so they are
November Zeroes.

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Frightful in description as you describe the scene it is not only vivid but terrifying. Your message conveyed has so much power behind each word.

[Nimbus Thread]

Like the style, the abbreviated lines create a strong voice, which gets to the point. The biblical references add to the modern day theme, of nuclear disaster and its price. Great work.