I am now an atomic man; supercharged and toxified by mankind’s simple, elegant science

Big, green and glowing—I wander the repugnant, crumbling wastes, raging on and on

While only three digits have past, I remember it exactly like a new memory:

A sense of doom had flashed over my horrified, now “reconfigured” face

Great, burning hot winds winds gusted past my thin, frail frame

But the klaxon sirens, and the screams—none of that…

Before the war Charlotte was so full of grace

Then these mushroom clouds came up,

She wasswallowed by disaster

She gave up the ghost

And I, my mortal heart

As fast as a bullet


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