Spent Fuel

I suppose I owe you an apology
It'll manifest as elegy
No, I owe you 'o,' 'u,'
It'll manifest as eulogy

I heard you on an attenuated signal
Jumbled words revealed your plans
Hallucinate a conversation
All the rest is history

Forgive every slight against the pack
The fumble of a well-dealt hand
A twisted antenna stretching upward
All ruddy water running under

What have you done?
What have we done to you?
After it's over,
Look at what you've put us through

What have you done?
What have we done to you?
Now that it's over,
Would you look at what you've put us through?

What are we gonna be when we're all grown up?
Not gonna leave this place when it's all used up