The mother of all bombs, Milton says,
was Satan. Child of the devil, I agree.
Who but a fallen Morning Star
could conceive of a nine-meter-long
metal dong delivered by parachute
dropped into Earth’s exquisite lap
mushroom wasting everything for miles
It felt like the heavens were falling
The earth like a boat in a storm
My ears were deaf We thought the end
of the world had come You can see it
set to music on the phone in your palm
bombs
angels
children
sky
London Bridge
Ashes ashes all fall down
was Satan. Child of the devil, I agree.
Who but a fallen Morning Star
could conceive of a nine-meter-long
metal dong delivered by parachute
dropped into Earth’s exquisite lap
mushroom wasting everything for miles
It felt like the heavens were falling
The earth like a boat in a storm
My ears were deaf We thought the end
of the world had come You can see it
set to music on the phone in your palm
bombs
angels
children
sky
London Bridge
Ashes ashes all fall down
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