"Menacing Earthworks"
by Gabrielle N. Henry
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It’s not like a pressurized gas canister or a shaken-up bottle of coca-cola. It doesn’t boil or bubble or burn or breathe or sigh into steam. This place is not a place of honor It moves slowly like the half-life of one gram of uranium-235. Like the growl of fission deep within the earth as it formed and it melted. No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here If I could I would melt I would burn into something unknowable. My core mass would reach critical and no one would heed the Warning. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture |