I dreamt about the bomb last night,
Three-mile dawn spreading
like fire across a desert of still,
Still as silence, still, waiting.
The fire walls its way across Wall Street,
Weary businessmen surrender almost willingly,
I watch their angry faces melt as concrete becomes dust;
Over the horizon of desolation the fear swells like the sun,
The people run, the people scream, the people are one;
The silence is like killing time.
