The-mother-bomb

The-mother-of-all-bombs hit Afghanistan,

isn't mother-bomb an oxymoron?

While in a meeting to plan a new poetry collection,
an exciting beginning,

fresh voices to be shared, poems in 12 point font, 
a glossy cover,

to crack my depressed mood, to widen my narrow life,

to distract me from the dark of American politics.

Talk of the call for submissions, start dates, 
stapled versus bound,

decisions made, they seemed important,

until I glanced at my phone, saw the news,

hopelessness is like the-mother-of-all-bombs.