Pandimonium
Nuke testing in the pacificis such a safe idea,
sooner or later somebody
will have to deal with the legacy(or just mutate and die).
Mushrooms grow,
underground.
In a cell
There’s nowhere to hide.
You cannot hide
your minute cells,
when it escapes
from inside.
In basalt concealed,
submerged.
Amongst smaller
constellations.
Killing time
under the flowing,
tides of island
nations.
Pandemonium
of silent waiting.
A pacific
nuclear winter.
Leukaemia
under tropical sun.
Poison washed home
when the crust splinters.
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