Rotation of Eggs Over Planets

Every egg wobbles unequally
towards equator when tropical depression
shears calm
over planet
declines
weather – for winds
blew scared rabbits, us
outside hutch -- spears
fell – No
one
dies invisible when your trails ends
under last rock skipped merrily over pond –
your hands tremble – nothing watched,
replaced minds dead on command
air strike called
friendly fire at
edge where skin blistered opened
to scar when soldiers
walked roads
teeter totter
vulnerable egg shell --
hoping none
cracks becomes crushed as the shell
set fire like smart bombs over Iraq smacked
with nursery rhymes unsettled violent
base ball bats and terror
will-full raw eggs rattled underneath crippled limbs with human bombs.