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  • Mary Ellen Swee

On Isotopes

Unstable mixture! Subject to decay!

Radioactive tracer trolling bones.

Flown in at early morn for my D-Day,

You, Spy, designed for searching hidden zones.

Like a sly seaborne invader of veins,

Inject my foreign shores with blazing shells.

Next, raid by air, over wrecked landscape,

Isotope, ally with enemy reigns!

Nuclear medicine imaging cells,

While the combatant imagines escape.



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