Like magic

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Professor insists DEMOCRACIES DO NOT GO TO WAR.
Is it a genocide if everyone had a vote?

FOR THE GOOD OF MANKIND the Bikinians were relocated to a neighbouring atoll. Their Kind said, “We go believing everything is in the hands of God.” Fifteen atomic sunrises later

the place is safe enough for tourists to demystify, advertised alongside package tours to Chernobyl and Gettysburg and NAME A CONCENTRATION CAMP.

There are trees today on Bikini Atoll older than this green author. Large mammals thrive within the Cold War’s half-life. The blonde old President graces the battlefield, won’t be cowed by allegations—HE’LL SUE EVERY SINGLE ONE. Before free trips to Israel, Jewish pilgrims may pay to see a concentration camp.

An atoll is a coral tiara where a volcano was, or

an atoll is a stain where the Big Gulp was.

The benevolent general said, “In our country we have a saying: YOU CAN’T GO HOME AGAIN.” The benevolent government said, “Have a half billion,” then skimped on stamps, closed the office, and the benevolent society loyalists said, “Cash for cheques and envelopes? Didn’t y’hear, we just promised the vicitms a half billion?”

“Didn’t y’know a lagoon’s a lake where there was a volcano? That pristine situation a by-product of primordial violence? The Jews got Israel, the slaves some Freedom. Imagine what beauty’s due for America again.”

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The prompt was things you cannot see in their entirety, like atolls. The photo is from the Associated Press.

Near miss

 

It is no secret I know magic. Forbidden words

from my mouth trigger anger. We only hurt

the ones we love because we have a buffer

of expendable experience points. Otherwise

may we at least agree, when we meet

we have never met before?

 

                                                   Stranger,

I want to slur somebody. Life has been

so easy so far. For me, it’d be like

being dropped in a hard level

with just the one life.

It’s a total mess of blind spots

and potentials. According to the Sun,

now’s the day. Would you describe

the driver, their sex, their age,

their race? Could you pick them out

from a line?

 

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The italicized line is from Stuart Ross.