Touch paper

Millisecond's that was its span
a flash to engulf, shock wave to destroy
I am the master
lying in wait like a wily old fox
the seized consignment, stored in the docks
carelessness by the megaton's hoard
a spark flew and saw it's chance
melting seconds, so vile the hands of circumstance
 ignore the cold of the mortician's slab
 one thousand degrees in a lightening stab
a mushroom that grew from a fertiliser blast
gather all up and reduce it to dust
carnage brings scapegoat's the lie and the deed
lay desolation like a hoe to the weeds
 formulae of chemical, the power released
just stored discontent
the beast it's nature holds no malevolence
human Russian roulette; the chamber that spins
decisions not made by chance or grave sin
 touch paper lit and no time to retire
that lesion;  its lesson; don't flout its empire
bereave and to maim
that chemical symbol released from it's chain