Below is one of the contest entries.
Most of the Twentieth Century and Practically All of the Twenty-First Making love while bombs fell Our narrow patch of floor And dirt drenched blankets All walls trembling as we With shock and awe Lamps swinging though not exactly wildly In the age of "It’s just like a movie" Not much like a movie at all With Thanatos and Eros in the front row anyway, On the glare horizon, cities burning. Overhead, just above us here, cities burning. Some other family’s heirlooms And knick-knacks and trash now Burned and dirty and water-damaged Rarely worth even cursory scavenge Just more things to walk upon To kick aside to make a space To make a space for dirt drenched blankets To make a place to spend the night And make love while bombs fall
— Robert Masterson
All Poems Submitted to the Contest