Gods of the B-52

Diffident, reliable
young men,
steel-trap minds,
the real pros,
exquisite defenders

already designated
to deliver
the Big One,
if and when,
the most God of all

sit in a honky-tonk. . .
reach for a beer. . .
mechanical. . . slow. . .
the bright young faces
singularly handsome
and untroubled.
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