Which way does the wind blow?
Moving perpendicular to the slope.
Drop and avalanche,
watch it go.
Get out of the spillway.
Evacuate the blast zone.
Mushroom cloud,
bright and loud.
We weren’t gonna make it,
anyhow.
Too loud.
Too proud.
A few too many
hungry mouths around.
Typical excuses for lust,
and every kind of broken trust.
Excuses made
are lies to us.
Ashes return to ashes,
for a creature fashioned from the dust.
What does it matter
if we make it from
the fallout?
Was there ever any doubt
what come out of our mouths
is the thing we’re most wrong about?
Trying to take
the safest track
in amongst
the waste and ruin.
The effective radius
of our hate is
pretty fucking amazing.
What are we doing?
Common sense is a disease
to which
we’ve acquired immunity.
It seems
we’ve all lost to some degree
our ability to see.
The other way,
the other side.
All we do is deny
that the mountain is coming down
on our town.
The decision’s been made.
it’s, “Bombs away!”
No tomorrow,
or yesterday,
if we can’t figure out
how to make our way
out of the blast radius.
DJR – 2023
