Salutations, and warm greetings, from above.
winged, chromed silver goddess.
Letting loose from her breasts
a rain of bombs,
to rupture the crust of the Earth,
to cause the inhabitants to flee,
to pray to the eagle,
or the mighty sword,
it doesn’t really matter.
She sends her love,
to one and all!
As Dylan sang to a beatnik nation,
“A hard rain’s a gonna fall”.