Here's another poem I wrote in 1968, published in Talisman ! It reminds me of some current movies. (These old poems surprisingly remind me of ee cummings + Yeats. I was a big fan of ee cummings in those days.)

FIFTEEN TONS FOR EVERY MAN WOMAN AND

 
Glass men march through clogged sewers
Nursing marshland dreams,
Cursing rattling ghosts.
They must protect a fragile falsehood -
Hide it behind tin medals,
Save it with searing metal.
Yet they know there is no hope,
And when their toys rain down
From orange skies, they frown
And say, "There was no other way."
"If we have to start all over with Adam and Eve,
I want them to be Americans..."
Glass men march through clogged sewers
dreaming of last days.