Nuke, or Nader?

First exoskeleton on the
                                   known moon          I'll never share the images
but I brought back bacteria
to disseminate    gradient      among wind gusts      these growing monsoons
                                                                                if they infect every eye on Earth
I'll paint a picture         an abstract landscape of what I have and
won't expose

such daunting sirens;
but we must frighten
to form adequate anxiety

                                                                                                                                                                Yahweh is in the cow
                                                                                                                                                                     in the tornado and
                                                                                                                                          pounds of flesh dissolved by fire

the big one        Little Cutie Man Boom Boom        must remain unaroused

I don't have science
to understand catastrophe

                                               last loon to fly the coop
I struggle    with what I want vs. what I'll do with it
or, put in the cellar for good,    poorly suited and self-smitten    carrion in a viper pit

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From rural Michigan, Nicholas Alti is a bartender in Atlanta. He has pictures of his frogs and dogs in his wallet. More of Nicholas's poetry can be found at JMWW, Yalobusha Review, DREGINALD, Denver Quarterly, Rogue Agent, and elsewhere.