THE BLUE SWIMSUIT

today I sat on a beach, at lake Sevan
And there I watched a big man who was stretching

the color of his back was the same color as that of the
Distant cliff behind him

he had a red
Chair that was a bit too little for him to sit on, awkward (like these lines of mine)



I did not remember (until later tonight) that August 9 was the day when an
Atomic bomb was dropped on the city of Nagasaki

but for some reason I was thinking of nuclear weapons.
I thought:

that if a virus suddenly wiped off most of us, there
Probably wouldn’t be left anybody able to deactivate our bombs

and the Earth would be stuck with them like a
Man with a slipped disc

I bet you if we asked everybody in the world whether or not we should
Get rid of all nuclear bombs, then we’d hear a big YES

so why
Are we not doing that?

and how come a few men, a few hundred men, are
Allowed to take decisions on such essential matters

most of those men who decided to build those bombs are old
Or they died a long time ago. Damn them!



imagine those stupid bombs (I don’t call them weapons) would
Explode: Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, etc.

our planet would keep on orbiting around the sun, but
It would be silent here like on the moon

without us
Without our questions, our god damn questions



there
There on the hill top are two old churches

Christianity isn’t worth much, if we consider the crews who DARED
Drop those bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki

but inside those two little buildings, the
Air is cool even in the summer under the full fury of the sun



there
There on the beach, I was looking at the wavelets

I like the way they
Run along the shore, never stopping

there, there on the beach, there was really no one, but
Me and an imaginary man whom I forced to stretch in silence

::: ::: :::

[Picture: Suntan lotion! by reading_is_dangerous]

Note for me: You forgot to say a word about the blue swimsuit.