- Vol. 05
- Chapter 11
submerged in a haze of nuclear waves I am tossed and tumbled into plutonium’s cavernous maw, a diver into our wreck and ruins draped in lead lamé, a fall of pewter folds encases me as I hold my breath, hold my breath, hold, until my lungs suck the air, this burning, caustic blast
I exhale a Darth Vader rattle— what harmonies we have unleashed— angels’ harps and broken ribs, crushed bodies, tissues perforated by a thousand arrows, shards of atomic waste— flesh melts and resolves itself into a dew— can the whole world be placed on a respirator?
air ignites oceans catch fire we drown in the contrail of last century’s delusions our treasures—music, art, poetry and breath itself, the zephyr of the soul— tossed onto the tempest pyre