A big blot of smoke coming up the nostrils smelling of thousands of gone bodies and a few of their souls. So, the poet says, the hell with history and its gods and myths. We got the frickin bomb. And it done devoured de past. And people did party on as if it were Gomoorah. And they did make their way from Gommorah to Sodom and back again in a fortnight and the Bomb was pleased."

And the woman convinced him to make love to her by saying, "Even if one or two of 'em went off things would still be alive...You can't kill life off. Get real." If a Bomb exists, then everything is at stake. If everything is at stake, then men either become strong or weak. If they are strong or weak they will want to live or die according to whether they are strong or weak. The strong will devour the nature of the irritant and the weak will have visions of annhilating full cities of hated people.

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