I don’t need handcuffs
and I don’t need to be bound
my heavy hands
and ten thousand pound spine
already weigh enough
to make me give up easily
No chase
only a collapse
some nights
right before sleep
I can feel the shape
of nuclear explosions
going off
over some
one hundred sixty thousand people
and I get this angst
knowing the world isn’t small enough
and I am not big enough
and I drift off to sleep
on nuclear mushroom clouds
of the cremation
of so many somebodies
I don’t care about
and I stare from the sky at the floor
turning all those shadows who are burnt into the ground
into clouds
and think how beautiful it must have been
to die so instantly.
