Watching Kronos From The Backseat of My Parents’ Old Ford, by Geoff Knowlton

Joe bag-o-donuts picked the wrong night
To take a whistling side trip in the desert.
Now he’s splayed on the office carpet
And the fate of the world is in question.

The ancient pick up sputtered at the light
And Joe didn’t have a chance from then on.
I was too afraid to scream at it all.
Then the robot began wreaking havoc!

The only people to defend the world
Were a scientist riddled with self-doubt,
A silly IT guy and his machine
And a lady thrown in for misogyny.

Flawed people against a tromping pillar
That sucked up the energy of the world
And left us in the fearful dark where
My nightmares took up residence and waited.

But as the bejeezus drained out of me
There was hope in knowing that three people
With all the same fears and flaws I had
Could pull off the salvation of our planet

Now, it is just an old black and white flick
From a time ago when our biggest fears
Resided in a distant made-up world,
Not the sharp darkness we’ve made for ourselves.

Geoff is a therapist and lover of old scifi flicks.  He lives in Massachusetts with the smartest woman he's ever met.  He's been published in Friends Journal, Wales Haiku, the Book "Gathered" an anthology of modern Quaker poets and a few others.  He feels blessed to be called a poet and a grandfather.