Dog Tags
Name, Address, and Phone Number,
And the letters J, P, or C…
Stainless steel necklace as daily wear
To show your identity.
“This is a test, Class…”
The air raid siren would scream,
And under the desk we’d go…
Faces away from the window.
Remember the signs of the air raid shelters
And remember to take iodine...
Radioactivity got into our milk…
Must protect your thyroid from decline!
We never questioned that our desks
Would protect us from nuclear blasts,
That iodized salt fought radiation sickness…
Or those dog tags would be there after we weren’t.
© Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 2000.
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