Bomb Bait

The state is a child. Imagine the worst case scenario

Ticking away. She has swallowed some nuclear thing.

She is bundled up in the sort of net that lifts a cargo

Onto a boat. Of course you want to come to her rescue.

It’s disgraceful what they do to kids these days.

There she is dangling in mid-air, just begging

To be rescued. If you touch her she will explode,

Being wired-up – a booby trap. Music of mounting tension.

And now the protected hands of the detecting surgeon

Start on the delicate operation that will save humanity

From calamity. Unfortunately, this is not a movie.

This is the state of the state. The future is uncertain.

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