They say when atomic bombs detonate
It is all flash and no bang.

When six children scream
Cry
Whine
Over YouTube ads and stolen toys
Rumbling bellies
Wet diapers
Bitten digits chomped by the dinosaurs
Roaming my living room
It is machine gun blasts and pipe bombs

They don’t destroy and vanish though
They build
A cachopony of stimulation
Blanking out my mind
And numbing my soul
Like steel wool scrubbing away my spirit
To decimation

Around then is the transition
From symphony of screech
To physical experience
The sounds can’t be distinguished.
They almost aren’t even heard
They are felt
Until you can’t feel

Every
Single
Day