My name
is Dog.
I am a
simple creature: I eat from a simple carcass. I ask for no more or less. I am
good.
I fly
your sky. From a height I witnessed the beginning of the end.
In my
simplicity I do not profess to know your sciences, your mathematics, your
nucleus, atoms and fusion.
From aloft, riding a thermal, I experience the
detonation.
My wings
are buffeted by the shock waves that precede the wrath.
My body
is pummelled.
I close
my eyes to the whiteness of the light before I begin to spiral away.
Toward
what and where, I do not know.
Only
time will tell.
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