Upon her pearly, lacy skin

Red hot sparks of blazing fire

Singe and melt away

What seems like innocence.

When the heavy smoke clears,

All that remains

Are her wretched guts

Decaying in dead blood.

All the millions of colors

From leaves of October brilliance

Fall to dampness,

A forever lingering sadness

Of once better days.

Stars, moon, and sun–

All hidden by thick smog

That makes impure

The lungs of all who breathe.

Coughing, choking, suffocating–

And finally dying

As the last eyes of humanity

Gaze in sheer fright

At a mushroom cloud.

Can’t anyone see

We’re destroying ourselves?

Too late.

We’re already laid to rest

In our hellish “Kingdom of God”

(We had expected.)

With Satan’s glaring cat eyes

Piercing our hearts.

1999

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