I.                                         I was in high school when Oklahoma City was bombed                            a year later I crawled undera security fence to touch      the seventy-five-year-old elm                                                                           that survived the 4000-pound blastI wonder if shrapnel glittered                             on the branches  II.      atoms                          stretch apart                          in Amarillo      I sink into the plains that I so love               write poems on red clay                                     read about          Chernobyl      these are not hypothetical concerns                       we craft memorials to forgetstitch flags to uniteviolence      the city adopts                                                                          Bomb Cityas a nickname     radiation rainbow billboards advertising tattoo parlors distilleries             explosions fallout cancerwhat is it like     to unmake a bomb