Mx1006 Poem by Roland Bastien
Mx1006
Flush the fledglings’ stench
Before the sun runs
After day dies.
Trees are for birds
Uranium UA bomb to hurt.
My blood has a U-238.
MX1006 that
Blows
Twists.
Cracks
My conk flesh. Howls
Electromagnetic pulsator, M1*A1.
Waltzes with my stem cells
I will survive..
They will collapse
Extensive and figurative «a panorama …» will impress, _ the poetic information for the future … sincere...
Roland, Evry man is the architekt of his own fortune. And what this isotope of uranium (U-238.) means? MX1006 -? Kindest regards, Tsira
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12/3/2024 8:46:54 PM # 1.0.0
Very postmodern figures for the present, in this modest poem