At the Bomb Testing Site
At noon in the desert a panting lizard
waited for history, its elbows tense,
watching the curve of a particular road
as if something might happen.
It was looking at something farther off
than people could see, an important scene
acted in stone for little selves
at the flute end of consequences.
There was just a continent without much on it
under a sky that never cared less.
Ready for a change, the elbows waited.
The hands gripped hard on the desert.
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Source: Poetry Foundation. About the author. Image: © Jack Aeby / Los Alamos National Laboratory (The only color photograph of the Trinity nuclear test on July 16, 1945) (The Manhattan Project)
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