Lima Zero

Looking down from the summit into the valley
The verdant expanse is wide, not a narrow alley

The bureaucrats caved to the pressure of the day
Base realignment, the reality that got in the way

Out came the control consoles and the tall racks
The days of bitter relations were not coming back

Left to rot because it's difficult to find reasons
To keep them up, no matter the day or season

Broken down and far off the beaten path
The right place to settle the unkindest wrath

A wrath unleashed from the cape of a matador
A wrath unleashed from the hammer of the god Thor

A wrath unleashed from the pantheon of Greece
A wrath unleashed by the American aerial fleets

A wrath unleashed by turning five pairs of keys
A wrath unleashed by a plethora of paranoid pleas

But the groundwater leaked in, submerging the sites
So ended the cycle of wading through sleepless nights

And a permanent aire of foreboding and tension
Thus creating the personal reasons for the contention

The great divide over deterrence and restriction
It doesn't seem right to pray this sort of benediction

But memories harden as the heart grows older
The feelings of legacy make feelings of peace bolder

Selling them off to private hands was well and good
Death is a fact of life, it remains as it should

Standing on a summit with a beautiful North Dakota view
A headstone to the actions to a staunch and brave few

Standing short among wind-driven giants is the hero
Here stands the forgotten facility called Lima Zero

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the description and the story in this poem. I desire to visit North Dakota for many years. World is changing and old things are not so important.
"Selling them off to private hands was well and good
Death is a fact of life, it remains as it should "
I like this poem. Made me think. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Robin]

an Ode to the relics of M.A.D.