Manuscript of poetry by Gregory Corso. From the Arts Voyager Archive and the 2016 Beat Generation exhibition at the Centre Pompidou in Paris.

Bomb

by Gregory Corso
Copyright Gregory Corso

Bomb,
You are as cruel as man makes you
and you’re no crueler than cancer.
All man hates you.
They’d rather die by
car crash
lightning
drowning
falling off a roof
electric chair
heart attack
old age
old age.
Oh bomb,
they’d rather die by anything but you.
Death’s finger is freelance;
not up to man whether you boom or not.
Death has long since distributed
its categorical blue.


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