How fitting

That they gathered in the desert

In the searing heat

To rack their brains

And bend the laws of physics

To their iron will

Tricky business

This herding of wayward neutrons

But Fermi taught them well

Of course,

It was all for a good cause

The way I heard it

It was so the Japanese

Wouldn't bomb us

But they did anyway

Years later

With cameras and cars

And seventeen syllable nature poems

Albert was right, you know

In his letter to Franklin

But he had the good sense

To wash his hands

Of the whole affair

For the road to Hell, they say

Is paved with good intentions

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a little reflection on the fruits of the Manhattan Project.

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