robert redford's face is radioactive
he throws out the first pitch and the ball becomes contaminated
it arcs to the pitcher with a trailing
soft blue glow
there is a tavern under the street
where only newspeople meet, robert redford's face begins to go critical
reducing the front of it to a puddle of glorious
atomic slag
the bar vaporizes like tissue
nuclear material melts into the floor like butter being sucked into toast
with a massive burst of radiation
that tickles skin
the slag will congeal
but we will never go away after the slag congeals, topped by a magnificent
reinforced cement sarcophagus
complete with sensors
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