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Nuclear “Option”

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Fri Mar 3rd, 2017

If that little button in the “football”

was angrily pushed for some island

you don’t even know about, and then all

civilization was transformed to sand—

everything turning radioactive,

even the floor, the act of love’s embrace—

how could one ever possibly forgive

the mind or finger that exploded space,


leaving the fate of the whole world’s children

to rot like bleeding rats in a cage?

No one could believe such a crazed story

till it happens and you breathe hydrogen,

and for once in your life your “living” age

becomes irrelevant as a “story.”