An April drama did raise all eyes,
In Berlin soil, an old bomb appears,
Not the first time but a surprise,
An old war debt is in arrears.
Treated now, it must be undone,
Neutralized with respect and fear,
From old conflicts that perhaps were won,
Existential concern is rooted here.
Dramatic attention is focused now,
For removal of this old device,
Technicians act with correct know-how.
And danger melts like April ice.
Not the first time, nor the last,
Each calls attention and precautions take,
Old-time destruction was once so vast,
For each defusion, there’s no mistake.
The diffuser’s job, a special occupation,
No need for a surprise sensation.
(Me? I’ll stick with wet April showers,
My rake and hoe lack bombing powers.)
Francis D. Conlon is a retired and recovering school teacher. For the past 18 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger, and as a boat inspector for ANS (aquatic nuisance species), at Yampa River State Park and at Elkhead Reservoir outside nearby Hayden, Colorado, in northwestern Colorado.