by Nick Gisburne
Elated to be here, at home, at last,
With all the deadly elements I need,
I contemplate the carnage of the blast,
The filthy, faithless traitors who will bleed.
My enemies will not unmask me now;
An alibi awaits me at the church.
The sacrilege in every spoken vow
Deflects them from the signs for which they search.
A simple, standard x-ray could reveal
That all my human organs were replaced.
Unchallenged, I was able to conceal
A quantity of high-explosive paste.
I send a coded message: HELLO MOM.
On cue, on Mars, it detonates the bomb.
