We advertise, with aplomb,
two thousand test explosions
since the conception of the bomb.
The stuttering of guttering lights
anger spent in haste
and cities writhe in pity
from people laid to waste.
Ballistic,
fatalistic,
intercontinental,
gone mental.
Fissile piles for the missile mile,
smiles wiped from faces
and extinct human races,
historically inept we leapt,
before we looked,
ran,
before we walked,
talked of peace,
lease expired,
leashed and mired,
in primordial knee jerks,
feeling,
and reeling,
from intrinsic fatalistic quirks.
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