In Tune

I rage out as I watch the pain:
earth is blasted, bare, the test is done.

The hole is bleak, raw to the sky:
lost strength, lost delicacy -

lush foliage gone: 
black beyond redemption -

this nature was mine as much as theirs:
fallout that will penetrate the years

with nothing left to contaminate: 
agony of a vast mistake

lasting long enough to see us cry in shame:
too late to heal our science of pain.

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