Tag: the bomb

  • 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.