One summer night I split her like an atom,
Releasing waves of energy that could nourish
And sustain populations for half-lives
Of fifty thousand years:
She loves to fuck; I accept no reward
For discovering fission; my role is the thumb
In the leather glove releasing the payload,
A simple reflex in a maze of events.
Before her terrifying manifestation there were years
Of development where she spun like a model proton
In dead stability, between pressures of diseased morals
And immoral disease.
But now she is safe,
Free of judgment and sentence,
Exploding in fury
With incalculable joy.