Poem-A-Day: Day 397

Science Meddling

The science behind the silhouette 
is nothing more than stealing beauty
in quick lifted shivers,
and atomic blast flashes
rendering questions obsolete.

She’s a sad beauty sinking silver chrome
into the sea cast over shallows
and the same sinister minnows
that clash against skies
blinking below Earth’s bastion.

The same science shallows introspective
and gleaming blistering separation,
the ravaging strange that calls
in certain faltering calms
that fill the responsible voice outside.