Iran’s nuclear dreams may survive
even a devastating American blow.
Ahem, yeah, woulda been nice to know
before our baffled emperor contrived
to loose the largest bombs since ’45
in a war that’s made much less of shock than show:
a pregnant pause, a but, a grand although—
and meanwhile, fission’s fuel is there, alive
as yet, truck-smuggled, mine-bound, ticking with
half-lives decay, refinement ready, and
as real and regnant as unreal were dreams
within the bombing Beltway’s kin and kith.
A ruler? No, a wrecked analysand.
From heights to depths, all countries are regimes.