Bomb

What hatches inside

will undo stones. Breaker

of beakers, remover of

rooves of tombs.

Wombless abolitionist

of taste, blunt instrument.

Its mouth scoffs with its blind

eye it watches us run, not

using our arms to fend

the future we are

running to away.

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Giles Goodland

 

 

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