Existential Dread Poetry

Sometimes the poem starts with a title and the end- the “kaboom” and I can’t reverse engineer the rest -

So here’s “a kaboom”- eventually I may build out from this scrap, but I don’t think I can really , because this was what I was meaning to say from the start-

“How Will They Kill Me? Let Me Count the Ways” -Pixie Bruner

We should not have been trusted with the weight of the world.

We will drop it, pridefully, overconfidently, on your doorstep, 

The 21st century genocides will all be televised, 

clad in modern brown modal shirts and crisp black leather.

The bombs will not bear humanitarian aid

and have rainbows painted upon them.

I apologize on the behalf of America.