Shadows of the Past (Hiroshima Fossils)

It started with a Little Boy

3 planes flew overhead that day

Enola Gay

and two observations

The Great Artiste

Necessary Evil

And in this guise, an irreversible chain reaction was set into motion

The nuclei were split

The atomic clock chimed

The existential nightmare began

And the world was forever bad

10million degrees it burnt

Hotter than hell

This promethean curse

Skin peels like paper

Bone pulverises under unleashed fission

Blood boils and evaporates into the aether
Buildings collapse, girders curl
Melting metal like hot glue

In the nuclear holocaust

Silhouettes of daily life

Become preserved
In the mutated cityscape

As brightness bleaches the surroundings

Leaving negatives of quotidian bodies

In the vast flash of that total moment

Not the flesh, but the spirit

The petrified impression

The negative of reality

Fossils of traumatic light

A terrible figuration of ultimate transgression

This transmigration of souls
Marking the beginning of the end 

And just as the fallout began to settle, they hit them

Again
Just to prove to Stalin something he already knew:

Crazy always wins.

It started with a message in a bottle

Written on Pandora’s skin

Once it’s been let out

It can never be put back in


 

THERE IS A POLICEMAN IN ALL OUR HEADS: HE MUST BE DESTROYED

how does one destroy the policeman who lives inside ones head?

think about it.
 
...no, not that. that's the easy option.

how did he get in there and who put him there? hm?