I see old men playing!

Playing ping pong because... 

Because they saw Nixon do it.

 

They run beer bellied, breathless and big eared, With bats and balls
Re-living the days when they had hair.

Hair and their own hips.

 

The room is a cold war...

(I believe I’m in the draft!)

But boy do they...

Don't they seem so happy.

 

Content in their puffing and

flailing. Happy in their hearts.

Their hearts beat above comfort.

From exertion and the memory...

 

The memory of impending nuclear decimation.