a bomb

by kkmeow

warFare’s  nucleus  ː
fission \ fission-fusion
matter  \  if nothing but almost
still, mouths press
steam       continents,           no air
for the             all‐telephone            wrung  inkless
while                         fact                          tills      fact (so lets sleep
loom in lullaby)                for every Little Boy.   his bedroom only a door
with arms who siphon galaxies at night by a finger  pricked vessel
beneath the shadowy atmospheric flow.  his molecule dreams
tunneling inward
where a key dissolves \ itself will lock