I am the last of the nuclear fall,
meltdown, an experiment of a derelict doll.

Am I the hammer, the nuclear glass?
The bellwether, lover, or cold poison gas?
No, I am no hammer girl, poison or doll,
positioned or purchased or radium thrall,
no mother mary to open my legs for a god,
no villain or hero, from uranium cast.

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