Walking around
any big bomb-
gray city
is
a great way
to re-
assure oneself—that
at least
God's creation
is both
way
too
lumbering-huge
and
far too
unsure of itself
to ever really be changed all that quickly.
Still,
considering such
a gross
timescale,
one then
imagines
He—
would have
vastly preferred
dealing with
trees—
to all these
unstable motherfucking
megatons
of people.
