Jove's Opportunity

Thunder? Why, no. Some static, may have been
A far, faint rumble and a glimmering light.
This, and no more, John, have we heard and seen,
We watchers in the dark politic night.

Now we are waiting, John. With ear a-cock,
Expectant, and a little thrilled we are
To know that politicians still may stock,
These days, a weapon so spectacular.

Here is your chance. Arise! Unleash your might!
Send now, bolt after bolt, peal upon peal
While darting flashes stab the murky night
That Jovian thunder that he did not steal.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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