The atom split at February's end
On the green land unnoticed
The blast threw everyone back
Smaller than cells, able to slip
Between the chasms in our skin
Those most silent spots
Winking in the sunlight
That catch the stray words that fall
From faceless mouths, all piled up
And the blast shook them loose
To run from the air
Sit, lay down, as the chatter
Ripples up, sitting at the top of your neck
The dark matter conjured from living
Away from the nuclear lakes
That were once things with names
In the household corner
There the words make home
They shriek with joy.
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