Over the pale half moon

The sounds of war crack, pop, boom

Our joy and elation exploding

And spilling out into surrounding homes

And ears

And lives

And souls

We know not what we do

We know not what we have done

We know not what will happen

But we will be there

Hell or high water.

For eternity.

Our country leaving an indelible

Footprint in the history of the universe

Ending with we know not what.

Maybe we won’t.