Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Love in the Atomic Age

He kissed her then,
and she closed her eyes.
And in the darkness of her lonely mind,
a blinding flash.
Then she saw a white mushroom cloud
rising slowly above the red desert earth.
The ground shook from the seismic shock.
Cacti and tumbleweeds incinerated,
leaving nothing but shadows in black ash.
Just a test detonation, not a mass murder
or act of war.
But ignorant picnicking sightseers,
applauding the explosion
like a Fourth of July fireworks show,
might experience adverse health effects
sometime in the future.
She opened her eyes again
and smiled,
her smile reflected on his glowing face.

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