Geneva Protocol

It’s a humorous thing when our atoms touch,
The Cerebrum stops my thoughts and actions,
But my Limbic System senses you.
My bloodstream gets dosed with chemicals,
Blood vessels dilated,
My heart is under strain.
Gaseous exchange becomes grim,
Core temperature rapidly rising,
Skin is reddened to crimson,
Stomach alkaline is incapacitated.
Serotonin feeding my insomnia,
My corpse is paralysed –
From this chemical warfare.
But my brain detects you as dopamine.
“I am become death,
Destroyer of worlds.”
Don’t touch my atoms,
You’ll end up splitting one.

– Quote by J. Robert Oppenheimer, “The father of the atomic bomb”.

Poem by: Teegan Masterten-Smith

 

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