- Vol. 08
- Chapter 03
Roy G. Biv, they said. Look through a prism.
That’s always how the light breaks.
It’s immutable, and it’s beautiful.
Silly people, messing with things
they thought they could control, and
a laughably pathetic fence to keep us out.
But they didn’t bargain for the invisible,
radiation that wouldn’t stay in bounds,
created its own wind, penetrated silently,
climbed over and tunneled under.
Duck and cover, under a desk. It’s a drill.
Protect yourself from the gamma rays,
if the enemy ever does to us
what we so blithely did to others.
Finger pointing and boomerangs
always hold you to account.