— Posted in words
“This Was a Test” Poem by Phil Wormuth (Read by Kip Cameron)
This Was a Test
This is a test. I repeat, this is a test.
The broadcasters in your area, in voluntary cooperation with the WARN
(Warning About a Radioactive Non-event) Network
urge you, as purely a precautionary measure,
to corral all children, loved-ones, neighbors, and pets.
Loosen all gas caps. Secure all lawn furniture and garbage cans.
Protect Confederate Monuments.
Stay tuned for more official information, news, or instructions.
This is not a test. I repeat, this is not a test.
The situation is more dire than earlier reported.
Proceed immediately to the nearest fall-out shelter,
backyard bunker, depression or ditch.
Fire up generators. Switch on scrubbers.
The moment is upon us to draw from the power of our collective resolve.
Pause (Somber, reflective)
By now you know that if you haven’t prepared for this day,
it’s already too late.
As our fate rains down upon us from space,
our lives are measured in moments.
The losses will be huge; a sorry price to pay
for our scued world-views… our leader’s ineptitudes.
End of transmission. End of civilization.
Phil Wormuth. BipCot NoGov License, 2017