Atomic

Amid building blocks
And chain reactions
Are destroyers of worlds
Behind fissile regrets
And quantum superpositions of emotions–
Maybe, just maybe
A chance
To set the world on fire
Like four tops
Set in motion
Crooning a dirge
Yet to be scrawled
On my tombstone

We can measure with spoons
The handfuls of dust
Along the roads
We’ve walked before
But can never encounter
That one-night stand
Of connection–
A single serving
Offered by chance
That enriches both
Body and mind
Because someone else said
We violated the treaty

Sorry, Oppie
We found the bomb first