nuclear humanity brothers Biblical poem poetry

BREEZY

wanted to whip
up something
light ‘n breezy

ended up
heavy as lead, as plutonium

did it
for my brother, for
a song, though
I am not his keeper,

put it in the microwave
like it said
in plain print, instructions
on the packet

was kind of holy script
but I got it wrong, but
I got it wrong

not our
brothers’ keepers
wanted light ‘n breezy
thought we
understood the script

but
we all got it wrong

breezy not the name
of the dish
we microwaved

when we read
it on the packet it
felt delicious good