Harbouring W.M.A's

Tunnelled under the bunker,
Stuck a sunset to the periscopes end and watched,
My immense investment,
Burn up around the edges.

This exposed my selfish works,
Emptied the stockpiles to unveil this menagerie,
I wish I could see them again,
Those weaponised anxieties,

I mourned the bricks I'd laid out,
Elaborate walls built to contain the immaterial,
The inexorable imprisonment,
Of my incompressible entities. 

Their form betrays their function,
Creations considered common feats of engineering,
Contraptions unwillingly given sentience,
Causing any entropy before their own.

These creations, 

My unfortunate creations,
They'll destroy the world.