With Hiroshima eyes I weep
for a world self-destructing,
never learning lessons from
the atomic apocalypse of skies falling.
With Nagasaki ears I listen
to the woeful cries of
more and more victims,
each one muted by preemptive Destruction.
With Bikini and Moruroa lips I mourn
so many stories unheard, untold
a legacy of catastrophe
buried by atolls of coral.
With Nevada skin I burn
to tell a Truth obstructed
of desolate Earth and People
united by a cataclysmic obsolescence.
With Lop Nor legs I run
to find a secret crevice
where I lie hidden from a home
on the brink of nuclear precipice.
With Novaya Zemlya and Chernobyl arms I reach
to embrace an untainted vision,
a reality not beholden since
before the Trinity explosion.
Unlike Pokhran and Chagai, I can not celebrate
a new era of annihilation
concealed in formidable disguise
justifying my security by threatening our demise.
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