Atomic Sister
In the final moments of a cacophonous world,
the sister spreads her billowing wings
and smothers the panicked rumbling,
until the only sound is a prerecorded calm,
that voice of safety and authority repeating
its steady mantra of vigilance.
Who couldn't see the sister stumble down
the rickety stairs, her fear hidden
beneath a mask of rubber and glass?
The world saw and melted beneath
the hem of her flowing, leaden dress,
and crumpled into little piles
of bones and dust, a serene ghost
still upon those abstract faces,
and the voice of safety rumbled on unheard.
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