The Irony of Wildfire in Los Alamos

The atom bomb of Hiroshima and Nagasaki fame,
Created in Los Alamos by teams of scientists;
Men and women working to make a blaze
That defied the scale of all blazes
Created firestorms that defy imagination of scale
Scorching cities and roasting humans

 And

 Today the flames lick the town, as it devoured hundreds of houses recently,

The flames not atomic, but rally around the same scale
Creating clouds not unlike the mushroom one,
Fooling drivers from Chama who peered carefully into car windshields
For a hint of panic on the faces of terror stricken motorists

 But, No, not this time;

 This time just a huge fire that rivals the atomic blast

Creating irony upon irony about the whole affair;
Nature bearing down on nuclear waste fields and plutonium reserves
In a kind of behemoth clash of the Titans
Staged between the Valle Grande and the Rio Grande
On the foothills namely Santa Clara sacred grounds;

 Scorched earth policies personified in a sort of;

What goes around comes around irony
Richest county in US of A on Fourth of July
Evacuating then......
Returning to celebrate, one more time,
“Bombs bursting in air” amidst cries from the populace;
“please no fireworks this year “, except for large scale
Public shows by public minded citizens using big boxes
Full of Chinese gunpowder;

All roads lead to White Rock and Los Alamos;

All fires please converge here and decided what to do with us
And the forests that have been lurking around, camouflaged
As wilderness; waiting patiently to be rediscovered.

 The gentle Swedes who scared themselves into pacifism and neutrality

Now  carefully invading their forests with love and chainsaws and modern tools
And quickly shedding the terror of oil; trading for the beauty of well tended forests
And winking at the  people who scurry with helicopters to dump slurry all over

Running around like chickens with their heads cut off