Even from the beach I could sense it\u2014
\nlack of welcome, lack of abiding life,
\nlike something in the air, a certain
\nlack of sound. Yesterday
\nthere was a mountain out there.
\nNow it\u2019s gone. And look<\/p>\n
at this radio, each tube neatly
\nsliced in half. Blow the place up!
\nThat was my advice.
\nBut after the storm and the earthquake,
\nafter the tactic of the exploding plane
\nand the strategy of the sinking boat, it looked<\/p>\n
like fate and I wanted to say, \u201cDon\u2019t you see?
\nSo what if you\u2019re a famous biochemist!
\nLost with all hands is an old story.\u201d
\nSure, we\u2019re on the edge
\nof an important breakthrough, everyone
\nhearing voices, everyone falling<\/p>\n
into caves, and you\u2019re out
\nwandering through the jungle
\nin the middle of the night in your negligee.
\nYes, we\u2019re way out there
\non the edge of science, while the rest
\nof the island continues to disappear until<\/p>\n
nothing\u2019s left except this
\ncliff in the middle of the ocean,
\nand you, in your bathing suit,
\ncrouched behind the scuba tanks.
\nI\u2019d like to tell you
\nnot to be afraid, but I\u2019ve lost<\/p>\n
my voice. I\u2019m not used to all these
\nlegs, these claws, these feelers.
\nIt\u2019s the old story, predictable
\nas fallout\u2014the rearrangement of molecules.
\nAnd everyone is surprised
\nand no one understands<\/p>\n
why each man tries to kill
\nthe thing he loves, when the change
\ncomes over him. So now you know
\nwhat I never found the time to say.
\nSweetheart, put down your flamethrower.
\nYou know I always loved you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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