That’s what they call
a plutonium rod in the power plant.
Original sin is bombing a school,
the lies on the news that are there to silence you now,
not like the woman who tells on the rapist,
but still you won’t know the reason
original sin exists.
It never tells you who was killed;
someone like your own child,
someone you would love,
someone who wrote poems,
sang beautifully,
danced, cooked rice.
Original sin isn’t
merely the weapon, the bullet,
and whatever, whoever
makes some follow orders,
and it is also the neighbors
who are not just like you,
the ones who are so nice.