Lawrence’s calutrons, gaseous dif-
fusion, made America a fusion
factory. The piles push out the slugs.
Kistiakowsky cradling high explosive
in his lap. Shaping explosive lenses
with a dentist’s drill.
Symmetrical waves of force squeeze the sphere
plated with nickel and gold; the neutrons
go crazy. The thing bursts.
What’s leashed in me loves that mad unleashing.
The double flash, blasts of heat and hot air.
The bomb was technically sweet, superb
physics. Oppie called that test “Trinity”.
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