Weapons Test

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.