When they drop that bomb,

Dadun dun dun…

Crawl out through the fallout with the greatest of aplomb.

I don’t know where I’m going to be when the bomb drops,

I don’t what I’ll be doing,

What snapshot I will sear into my brain,

When the white nuclear fire scorches our earth,

I don’t know where ground zero will be made,

All I know is that it will not be enshrined,

It will not be venerated,

It will not be some random act from an extremist cell,

Whom we can blame others for the actions of,

It will be the end game,

The final flash,

The final push of button,

The last twitch of an angry nerve,

The swan song to our own arrogance.

When they drop that bomb,

Dadun dun dun…

Crawl out through the fallout with the greatest of aplomb.

I don’t know if I can say I saw it coming because in some way we all did,

True we’ve been scorching the earth in our own way for centuries,

Polluting the trees that purify the water we have in turn lay laced with lead,

Sheathing our half clicking Geiger counters so they don’t distract us from the poison,

We consume,

We buy,

We deforest,

We pouch,

We squander,

We take for granted,

We demand more of because if there’s one thing we’re good at it’s confusing pollution,

For progress,

So maybe on that day where we rise up beyond our flesh and see the world for what it could be,

We’ll have already lost it in the wake of what we thought it was.

So let’s swing to the wind wound up to the earth’s edge,

And crawl out through the fallout when they drop that bomb,

Dadun dun dun…

Crawl out through the fallout with the greatest of aplomb back to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

© 2016 Jared “I.J” Steinberg. All Rights Reserved.

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