The Bomb

I remember a horrid infant;

a creation of rabid men,

a concoction of elements

and process

devoid of conscience.

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They thought the riddle was solved:

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a forfeit of a fraction

for the good of the whole.

But the whole was demeaned;

the part was not expendable;

they refuse to lie in silence

as mere charred bone.

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