They say we can cable Washington, instantly. STOP. br They said they would string the “wires” down by the railroad tracks. STOP. br I heard it referred to as “tiny dots and drawn-out dashes”. STOP. br Electricity makes it all happen. STOP. br And someday in the far distant future, wives and mothers and sisters and lovers will dread the neat uniforms, and the bikes and the bells, but mostly the relief of death passing their door. STOP br And neither tears nor sorrow or a twisted happiness will remove the names of husbands, sons, brothers and lovers from the grisly chiseled typeset page. STOP. br All are lost and buried deep in war. STOP. br So marvel now at the bleeding lamb. STOP. br The future’s fear was a telegram.