quick-killed
atomic blast
fission plays above a body
where the scorched skin
still leaves a reek
the sandbox is empty now
dreams
like childhood laughter
of a once was
have dwindled away
all the earth returns to fire
still green and blue in
someone's eyes
a memory relived like the
yesterlife we once had
all we have is now
hold out the fist
open the hand
where did it go
(Image from georgepratt.com)
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