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	National Sacrifice Zone this is a detail of a larger piece but these damn line drawings are huge files	up

the poem with it goes like this:

having spawned the bomb to vaporize bone
insidious isotopes scramble cells
on leash we used it to power our homes
microwave feast the platter would gell
buried the rest on Mothers loam
on Her aquifers the factories melt
now it's too late to get on the phone
defecation future generations tell
now we all live in a National Sacrifice Zone
because the boundries have gone to hell