YES-EDENIC-APPLES-BY-THE-
CARTLOAD-WAY-AHEAD?
Was there an age
when the globe was golden?
Was a paradise found
in the days now olden?
Looking to the past
is it the poet can see
the applecart-wheel turn
and come around to futurity?
ATOMIC-ECONOMY?
The right to have children
or the world to overcrowd?
To smother our Earth-mother
in a fleshly-human shroud?
Populate the evening's moon maybe.
Build cities far-under the vast sea.
All cry farewell nuclearly-loud?
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