the setting of suns

it's beautiful,

actually, in its own way,

in that moment. that brief

and shining

moment

when

the bombs hit

and explode,

from sea to shining sea.

the beauty of the clouds

in mushroom

form,

rising above

the fiery glow.

it's before the ripple

of wind,

the blast of heat

and radiation turning

us into ghosts,

it's before all that,

before

bone and ash

turn to vapor in small suns.

it's quite lovely, this

image

of the end.