I’m looking up through the stern weeds, the limbs of my camouflage. I’m in the dirt, but I’m in sanctuary. The planes wreak havoc overhead, puzzling me with clouds and chem-trails. A lump grows in my throat, but I don’t care. With a sleeping bag and cigarettes, I’m happy to be alone. I can scream, and no one cares. I’m a nuclear test site. I’m brimming with poisons and spilling them out. Cause here, no one cares. I am the wood that keeps the chaos burning. Snap crackle pop. I am anonymous.