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TRINITY I saw a small boy on a back lot in New York, Crouched, burning flies alive in a sealed jar With a magnifying glass he held up high, Focusing the fire of our companion star. Dispassionate, like mischievous boys ourselves, Out in the desert, quarantined, sealed off From humanity, as if we bore the plague, Like lepers to the locals, ...