Billions of Cowards

I am afraid of the hatching of bloody tears on our faces, everywhere on earth a blow more bitter than a cat's claw on a sleeping eyelid. I am afraid of the wreck of the boat of love on all the seas a mishap more bitter than the loss of the loveliest pearl a mishap more bitter than the loss of all the treasures of history in a swamp. I am afraid of being crushed, turned to dust, beneath a collapsed roof a catastrophe more bitter than the shattering of all the world's windows more bitter than all the world's crystal turned to ash scattered in the silence of the air. We are afraid like a born coward and I cling to you in the square with all my heart with all my body closer than conjoined twins; face to face with the foul bellowing hurled toward our planet toward us from the rabid throat of "yellowcake"...