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Fallout
It’s crazy how a mushroom cloud resembles a flower.
The blast kills instantly, some say
and wind bends trees away from ground zero
as they wince at the injustice of it all.
An atomic Christ washes away the sins along with everything else
the temple door made of cloth is torn again
and not even the stink of shoe sweat would annoy anymore.
For mount Olympus is just a mound of dust.
And fear really is in a handful of dust.
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