I turned death toward me like a gigantic sunflower

I turned death toward me like a gigantic uranium cake.
It was so blindingly yellow I wanted to bury my face in it.
I wanted to eat death; to gorge on Hiroshima; chew Nagasaki
And suck dry death's marrow bones.

My countrymen and women love death
But are afraid to look at its dark, bright mirror,
Or speak its name :so they send drones
To make hot love to death.

Death, I take it personally, all the murdering,
The blind and broken camels, the weeping mothers.
I am putting on my late father's hard hat
And safety glasses- and calling you to account.

- Bill Witherup, April 20, 2009