“I wear my bomb near to my chest. Is it ticking? Cold, hard, no time to rest—I feel it kicking. I wear my bomb near to my chest. Is it moving? Cold, hard, no time to rest—and never soothing. I keep it safe and warm, I hope it never burns me. I keep it safe from harm, I hope it never hurts me.”
I went through three versions of this drawing, as seen here. The first two were drawn back-to-back a week before this final version.