Humanity married a Horseman

suppose that wars were fought
with jelly doughnuts,
hurled with incandescent frivolity.
And that Ems and Zimmerman,
marvels of early telecommunications (most genially sent)
were birthday invitations and get well cards.

oh suppose that humanity, mature enough
to settle its bashful miniature hatreds over
a round of croquet, could and would forgive
{perhaps would move somewhere notable}

however scientists most injunctively
and parchiatially have recently discovered that
(were we not at war with ourselves, mais bien sur)
Humanity (whom i love dearly, says he), would inevitably
be led to the fields of ennui
and be slowly devoured by the seemingly
effecient demons of unrest.