The Device

by joetwo

That is what they called it
The device
A simple, neutral name
Belying it’s true nature
A hulking instrument of death
Of destruction
The device was made with intent
Placed together with care
For what purpose, no one yet knows
Maybe political, criminal
The lone act of a madman
Designed however with care
A confluence of chemicals, electronics and nails
Set to provide a horrible tapestry
A spreading wave of death
They call it a device
To try to reduce fears
To sanitize things for us
But we don’t call it that
We call it what it really is