When I was an atom, I split,
fission, my nuclear fury boundless,
spreading out behind the blast wave,
the hand I used to push
all over thoughts aside,
the concerns of lesser beings.

Those who bowed before me,
I immortalized them as shadows
on the wall, prone figures
surprised by how quickly
all belief in good could fail them.

I took the earth. I took the sky.
Everything between, I rendered useless,
tainted by the memory of my touch,
of what it meant to be consumed.

Now nothing grows that doesn't know me,
that isn't born blind because the light
that exploded from me burned out all eyes,
left all knowledge of any other light destroyed.

I was the end. Then I flowed backward
and collapsed back into myself
so that I could started all over again,
because I wanted to be the beginning.

10/06/2009

Posted on 10/06/2009
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