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I am at my
wits’ end
desperate to
absolve myself
of species guilt
find the very
best place to
dump my
somewhere most
apt where it
will not go
poisonous rancid

and so when
buttons are pressed, warheads fall
drift down to point of detonation
gently parachuted

I shall point to the sky like
the fool and madman (last
fool and madman)
that I am

proclaim my innocence, repudiate
kinship with the blast

then turn upon you
as I do now here

calling you out for complicity and blame
not having the time to explain it to you exactly.