100 Doors

I wouldn't say Brazil's radiation accident was inspiration for this piece, but after doing some reading on what happened with cesium and a little girl, word play sort of began to flow..

The leviathan that lies within

the mind of Goliath, who sings these lies to them;

And Innocence loads up his slingshot at the right time.

When the niacin danced into the esophagus of a scientist

While he made love to a psychiatrist,

Who got lost with us and stopped breathing last night.

Still at her bosom, there she lie already toxic.

Her jaw cradles pilled saliva- but it was the cesium that killed.

Oh, little Ferriera girl who lost it!

I know you just wanted to look premium,

It wasn’t fair and Brazil still dries their tears with selenium to feel better.

Magnesium traces in milk,

Fears all helium filled,

So, the blind chameleon from behind me spilled

His own full glass, and his face turned white instead of red.

But nobody said anything

Because they had nothing left, at last.

A sized medium quilt

Sewn out of tedium and extended guilt,

That transcended delirium into oblivion

From all the lithium we thought we salted our dinners with.

We should have known

our pain was so clearly crystal, it was 

Beautifully Iridescent.

And when we all sat down to eat,

We blew on it to cool it down, until it hardened into obsidian

And got stuck in our throats.

Just like the half-dressed dead mess of a psychiatrist had hoped.

Desperate, we swallowed to stop choking

And searched for medicine at the closest hospital, but no.

Just 137 various vials of poison to drink

Without a spoonful of sugarcane.

Either way, we’ll need a few graves ready

And a child-sized fiberglass coffin

For the six year old girl who was just trying to finish a sandwich.