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vampiredust
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The Physicist Remembers
He'd lost his sketches
for the first atomic bomb
on the tube. Felt them
explode halfway to Aldgate.
Emerging like astronaut
from the station, he wore
a shawl of rain home.
Thoughts spun in the
cyclotron of his skull,
the plutonium of faded love
chirping when he slept
in front of the telly;
the last gasp of a mushroom
cloud sighing in an ear.
He'd lost his sketches
for the first atomic bomb
on the tube. Felt them
explode halfway to Aldgate.
Emerging like astronaut
from the station, he wore
a shawl of rain home.
Thoughts spun in the
cyclotron of his skull,
the plutonium of faded love
chirping when he slept
in front of the telly;
the last gasp of a mushroom
cloud sighing in an ear.