our skin twinkles with radioactive dust, or we drank
a cup of the stuff. A flashlight
snaked down our throat would reveal
cavities radiantly purple, our cells thinning,
receiving an unnecessary treatment.
The news reports say we're destroying the planet--
impossible. Earth older and stronger than even our billion
stupid brains, selfish bodies. Earth roars with laughter,
toppling us with out own advances. I want to be taken
by radiation, crumble into a pile of glowing, eventual
stardust. We'll crumble side by side by side, wind
sweeping us together, raising us, a bit of each person
meeting to make new stars.
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