by Matt Zambito
One day, someone’s gonna
get an itch they can’t scratch
without their trigger finger’s
help and push the button
they will. All the governments
with known nukes already
ready to turn the world to rubble
remain part of an international
mutually assured destruction
pact, and I don’t even trust
my next-door neighbor Ned
won’t heave his whippet’s waste
into my yard. Even if Heaven is
an absolute blast, I don’t wanna
end time on Earth just because
nations are bad fictions. Radio-
active annihilation sounds
awful as awful could be:
and it is. It couldn’t possibly
be worse. At least there’s that.