Funeral dirges sounding
As our so-called leaders retreat to ground
Redoubts drilled so far down the thin denizens who will henceforth
Will eat from tins and subsist on medicines
Hear nothing when the nuke show astounds
No evidence whatsoever that anything went down
Last hold outs
Growing old young in steel cask holdfasts
Urgent last service as the latest nuke news circulates around.
Blazing arcuate lines, lion-headed missiles write upon the sky
When they leave.
Alchemisland 
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