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scarred generations of words laid bare
struggling with the confusion of relativity
when his atom split her world asunder
her mouth mushroom with the pain of it
she couldn't have seen the fallout
when her pen pulled that trigger
*
it wallpapered her ivory flesh with gray
she ignored the crimson blood falling around
radioactive in it's indiscriminate burn
cast her remains into lead lined boxes
drop it into the sea to the denizen depth
deeper and colder then ink could blink
*
she'll sink
“And your very flesh shall be a great poem.” ― Walt Whitman
scarred generations of words laid bare
struggling with the confusion of relativity
when his atom split her world asunder
her mouth mushroom with the pain of it
she couldn't have seen the fallout
when her pen pulled that trigger
*
it wallpapered her ivory flesh with gray
she ignored the crimson blood falling around
radioactive in it's indiscriminate burn
cast her remains into lead lined boxes
drop it into the sea to the denizen depth
deeper and colder then ink could blink
*
she'll sink
“And your very flesh shall be a great poem.” ― Walt Whitman