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On the Atomic Bomb

Metrical Experiment

So; you have found an engine
Of injury that angels
Might dread. The world plunges,
Shies, snorts, and curvets like a horse in danger.
 
Then comfort her with fondlings,
With kindly word and handling,
But do not believe blindly
This way or that. Both fears and hopes are swindlers.
 
What’s here to dread? For mortals
Both hurt and death were certain
Already; or light-hearted
Hopes from the first sentenced to final thwarting.
 
This marks no huge advance in
The dance of Death. His pincers
Were grim before with chances
Of cold, fire, suffocation, Ogpu, cancer.
 
Nor hope that this last blunder
Will end or woes by rending
Tell us herself asunder–
All gone in one bright flash like dryest tinder.
 
As if your puny gadget
Could dodge the terrible logic
Of history! No; the tragic
Road will go on, new generations trudge it.
 
Narrow and long it stretches,
Wretched for one who marches
Eyes front. He never catches
A glimpse of the fields each side, the happy orchards.
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