After the Nobel Peace Prize Announcement 2017 by Stefanie Bennett

(for all Nuclear Scientists; the killing & the telling)

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Last night ‘Terror’ died.

It died, not as it had lived

In its own black death

… But with the soft glow

Of a green light about it.

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I was cruel. I was kind…

I took from it the aches

And anguish of a life spent

Battling the human elements.

I spelt trust as a 4 letter word.

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Last night ‘Terror’ spoke. It spoke

In syllables as wide as the sky.

When faced with its own

Ghosted-in image

The din cannot be described:

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And I – perhaps with a little

Too much of the Don Quixote

In me, wielding a rusty pen

Instead of a sword

Made the decision that

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We kill for all reasons.

Some bad. Some good.

And some out of pity.

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I erased ‘Terror’ from the vocabulary

As if time’s compass had not ever

Met this wretched one.

I do not know if the killing

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Will, in turn, inturn me. There

Was a green light

Blazing about it.

Possibly that indicated

A pardon.