Two Men


Two men stand
In a deserted lab
With a bomb tied
To their chests,
Each man capable
Of obliterating
Each other in one
On the mechanical switch on the remote.
There will be
No ashes left,
No bodies to bury,
No families to mourn,
Nothing but a dead
Duo of irritable and
Easily angered and
With their mouths taped shut
And their ears clogged full
And their eyes blinded
And their fingers grasping the button
In endless surrender,
With thoughts of
Suicide and
Genocide and
Regicide on the brain,
Or perhaps they prefer
The isolation and
Of senseless thoughts and
The danger and thrill of it all.


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