Da Vinci / Oppenheimer

Is there beauty in the light s there is the Mona Lisa Ichor splattered like paint on Number 5, 1948 Tycoons devour beauty as Saturn did his son For prophecies of loss overthrown by new creation And the great day of his wrath was only theirs Collective pandemonium wrought by billionaires Choosing devastation over humility But even in the end is apocalyptic sublimity This is the approach of our last supper Awaiting devastation with one another As the end is launched through a starry night All our beauty is consumed with light We couldn't last another century Light begins to melt our persistence of memory Passing midnight on the dooms day clock Leaving lone wanderers over a sea of fog All our design cleansed by the atom A canvas awaits the creation of Adam