WING
Oh my little
chaos butterfly
soft as a poem
you flap
your wings
but no storm
no hurricane
agitated to fury
other
side of
the globe
by the breath
of this
wind
just
megaton upon
megaton
falling to
Earth
spawned
of this gossamer
first strike that will leave
in its wake
no speck
of life
not a tiny
living thing.
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