This August sun pours its relentless heat
As though it had some deadline it must meet,
Some rival sun it must somehow outshine,
Some record needing breaking. I incline,
However, to believe this sudden birth
Of energy, this vindictiveness toward earth
That saps our strength, depriving us of motion,
Is nothing more or less than an emotion:
King Hydrogen is jealous. All this fuss
About a man-made H-bomb-he’ll show us!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, March 30, 1954
