'THEN', a poem by Leon Aarts 1982

It was such a fine day...then

so peaceful

even the birds had nothing to say

then it began

to rain nuclear bombs inside my head

thundering calamities shook me off my feet

and

sharp forks of light dug out my eyes

The birds transformed into mechanical flying machines

as they landed on no mans land

when I could see I remembered

it was such a fine day