Lost Again
make a pair of wings for his head
On top of which his hands fold in a clasp
He looks like Spencer Tracy now
For forty years then Harold Agnews' life tracked the atomic age
From Chicago to Los Alamos to Hiroshima to Los Alamos to Lascala (?)
If King Kong, eliciting an audience's sympathies by representing
a force taken out of nature and abused
The innocent atom wore a gorilla suit
King is less troubled by capsules in his land
Than by a rabid skunk in the area that might have threatened his children
And by a raccoon that commandeers the basketball backboard over the
garage and will not back off
Well anyway, we put the stuff together the next morning
And it looked as if the thing was going to go critical
Then Fermet says "Let's go have lunch."
So we started it all up again in the afternoon
And it went critical, and that was that
Some men no doubt, will, before sleep, consider one thought:
"I am alone."
But some, in the mercy of God or booze, do not
Long stare at the dark ceiling
Nixon's office is much hotter now
The air-conditioning is missed
Outside, an early fourth-of-July celebration
Has set off a brief volley of Chinese firecrackers
By nightfall, the East River will be ablaze with rockets
Those born in the atomic age will most likely die in the atomic age
If they do not die because of it
Those born in the atomic age will most likely die in the atomic age
If they do not die because of it
Those born in the atomic age will most likely die in the atomic age
If they do not die because of it
Those born in the atomic age will most likely die in the atomic age
If they do not die because of it
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It's funny how they shoot you down
When your hands are held up high
And you open up your heart and soul
But that's not enough for most.
I remember this much
There is nothing
You shouldn't speak of
If you got something to say
And there is no one
To be scared of
Just get them out of the way
Going out in a blaze of glory
My heart is open wide
You can take anything that you want from me
there is nothing left to hide
Going out in a blaze of glory