nuclear energy

on the anniversary of the bombing of Nagasaki

He was a liberator
of metal and stone
from edges

made sharp by heat
or years of breaking
under pressure.

In every single slab
quarried from beneath
some mountain, he saw

a dance of circles
in circles, smooth curves
to right metamorphic angles,

memory of a liquid time
when they could move.
He wished the metal

would not cool. This
mushroom cathedral recalls
energy like every other,

Fermi no more
than a name dropped
some time before the IED

they dumped beside
a distant road
from a Bockscar.

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