we are growing to new heights
wounded soldiers, a medical school dissecting room
i have no illusions: i am going to give up


the universe is simply a superweapon
a soft voiced, gentle woman
living on only bread and honey

a great machine which never came into being
and never will end
the electronic noise of lightning strikes


struck by a runaway train
it ran between the floorboards
and into his middle-ear

one month after hostilities began
very faint images

*found poem text is taken from the wikipedia pages 'marie curie,' 'nikola tesla,' and 'thomas edison'