The Gadget s Lullaby

Fingers bleed on uranium shells
General’s grin in a padded cell
Draw the blueprints on a straitjacket sleeve
“Sir, the critical mass — please believe!”

Trinity… Trinity… the desert will cry…

Los Alamos midnight, coffee and fear
“How many souls in a megaton sphere?”

ONE NEUTRON — TWO NEUTRONS — CLICK-CLOCK-FISSION!

Three warheads — four prayers — no permission…

Both together (parallel fourths):
GOD DOESN’T LIVE IN THE COUNTDOWN ROOM

Riding the shockwave, laughing at the Geiger whine
Mad generals waltz in a radioactive shrine

POLYRHYTHM OF SLAUGHTER — LEFT FOOT, RIGHT HAND, MIND GONE

ORBIT CULTURE LOW-END — WE’RE ALREADY DAWN!

“Trinity” whispered. Then the desert turned glass.
Pentagon shuffle: “How many megatons pass?”
In the bunker a major draws diagrams on his skin…
“By tomorrow — no countries. Just ash. And a grin.”

ZERO SUM — BINARY CODE OF ASH
PUSH THE ROD — FASTER — MAKE THE FLASH

Fat Man… Little Boy… no tears for the slain…

GENERAL’S MEDAL — MELTED BRAIN —
ONE MORE BUTTON — PUSH AGAIN!

From the core of the sun — a lie we untether

From the core of the sun — a lie we untether

Peace through the sword — all kings die together

What have we done…

PUSH — PUSH — FASTER — FASTER —
CHAIN REACTION — NO MASTER —

HE’S LAUGHING AGAIN

Whammy trills, diminished runs, snare clusters, feedback

What have we done…
…nothing…
AAAA
 Single snare hit — ring out — silence.