Good morning little Fury
Won’t you show me what you made?
Last night in the labs and test beds
Of your steel-and-flannel heart.
Let me be your barren desert
And your blasted half-moon atoll
Where you loose your tiny ragings
And unleash your infant hells.
This is the place to test them all
So empty out your silos here
There’s nothing here that can be lost
No one who can help but love you.
And when the light and roar and heat have faded
And all your weapons have been spent
You’ll have seen what they can do
And reach, perhaps, for different tools.