Tobacco smoke, an asteroid, ozone or mtv
rapturous ascensions or bombs from former Soviets
not with a bang, nor yet a whimper, nor a sigh of relief,
but with the thrum of tires that never even slowed
The title of this poem came from a Usenet post, "Re: Bizarre?" to the newsgroup talk.bizarre on March 19, 1996 (Message-ID <email@example.com>) by billbill (firstname.lastname@example.org).
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