i offer no
shelter
for i am
the bomb
itself
primed
ready to
explode
all over this
land of
make believe
all i can
give is
a promise
of mutually
assured
assumption.

i am
chiseled
from bedrock
approximations
of hell
quenched
in tears
smoothed
to nothing
by the
ever blowing
winds of
eternal
sufferings.

the bomb
not the shelter
the bullet
not the gun
a discarded
prophylactic
stuck in
the barbed wire
around your
heart.