Doomsday doesn’t sound so bad
If the neighborhood is no longer
overrun by what seems to be a league
of feral cats, if they all perish
If the radio gains some silence
and we have more than a crackle
of signal lost to keep us enamored
If there are still rivers where we can
sit, even with two heads instead of one,
basking in an atomic afterglow.
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