Poetry / Contradict / Unfinished

A flash—ignite! Burn the heavens!
Tear that foul streak across the sky!
Down here I stare up as it deadens,
And I can’t bring myself to cry.

The spark implodes, a fate fulfilled,
Humanity will learn to die.
Expounded with mass murder, skilled,
And I can’t bring myself to cry.

Somewhere here--the plea is distant--
Something weak is found to survive.
Extinguished swift by rage persistent,
And I can’t bring myself to cry.

Mangled swaths adorn the landscape,
Protrusions that repel the eye!
Labor of hate, mankind’s foul rape,
And I can’t bring myself to cry.

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