Man is a mere fool in the cocoon stage of things.
I mean it expressly--the male variety of our species.
The female is burdened with a quicker, less foolish spell in her demise.
She will kiss the nose of the bomb
Just as it blows wide open all us
Things
Leaving us, slower, witless,
Maimed.
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