Terroristic Thoughts

I

Velocity equals             

                 the linear momentum                                

                                                   divided by                                          

                                                                    mass.    

If the mass is small enough,                         

                                   let us say 2 grams.    

And the momentum high enough,                          

                                                   say 500 m/s.       

      Then the velocity will equal

                                                   250 m/s.

Going this fast,               

                  within a certain critical radius,                                

                                   even the tiniest splinter,                                     

                                                of anything splinterable,          

could kill.                

         Kill.    

Hmmm.        

             I think I'd better                     

                               stuff my pockets                              

                                             with sharp nails,                                   

                                                               and metallic shards.          

    Before               

                I plunge                        

                              myself                              

                                          into                                  

                                                 the crowd.    

I want this to be                     

                           a deadly,                     

                           and memorable explosion.        

II

 I want my death              

                   to come with a bang.                           

                                        A loud bang.                           

                                        The loudest possible.      

For though I won't live                         

                                  to see it.           

I'm sure I will enjoy                          

                           the playbacks                              

                                  when I'm in heaven.                                     

                                         After all,                                         

                                                   God's video-technology                                         

                                                     must be                                                

                                                                  divine.             

            The cry is muted.

                    I am deafened

                                        nonetheless.

                          For I can see.

                          For I can see.