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Poetry

Fat Boy

 

Published 4/23/2003

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for Charles Moore

 

There is something
about the American
mind
set on de-
struction, re-
lent-
less, un-
penitent,
eager to bomb
There is the hatred
that fuels the A-
merican mind,
the shriveled-up
heart
the heartless
always ready
to kill
& maim
brutal
with the urge
to crush & destroy
This is where
they built Fat Man, Mr. U-
235
& they sent
Fat Man
& Little Boy
to Japan
to level Hiroshima
& Nagasaki
They love Fat Boy
they feed him the sweets
of their hearts
singing their filthy songs
into Fat Boy’s u-
ranium ears
& let the rest of us
eat the shit
of their hatred
of anything
or anyone
that is not them
Ah! Fat Boy
so round & ugly
so full of hate
stuffed
with the dead spirits
of the Americans
blinded
& lost
in the deserts of Iraq
 

—John Sinclair

Detroit
April 9/June 1, 1982
Flint, MI
April 4, 2003

 

Music by Fats Navarro

Check out the accompaniments to this story:

Curt Guyette
Human consequences

John Sinclair
Masters of war

Tim Robbins
'A chill wind is blowing in this nation ...'

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