Magnanimous Explosives

by Fred Aiken

the gauntlet rests between a broken thermocouple

and an effervescent blinking light

meant to distract the eye from mundanity

as everything explodes,

everything explodes,

it is all gone in the mess of scattered hydrogen

bashing against the weighty phosphorus pores bursting

in ringlets of constant grooves producing

strings,

growing, expanding, curving through the infinite nothing