On the Occasion of a 9.1 Earthquake
April 15th 2011 01:27
And the earth jiggles like the bosom of a crazed dancer.
And concrete dominoes smack each other and
A worn nuclear power plant is bruised up and
Popped like a ripe banana
Dropped into boiling salt water like sea food,
Turning red as the water grows hotter
Screaming radioactive steam into space
And still,
Even as the waters in Tokyo begin to glow in the dark,
And still,
We must have these things in this way.
We must have attack dogs and
Policemen willing to use lethal force
And the ability to make toast with radioactive electricity,
And dreams that glow during an eclipse.
As the biggest moon in decades rises over the smoking ruins of a nuclear pile,
We read that 10 million units of something like
Encrypted death,
Which used to be sealed away in science
Inside a concrete containment vessel
Is no longer a mythical, mathematical mummy.
The stone has been rolled away by the blast of
Hydrogen seeking oxygen with a vengeance.
We are certain we need this energy.
For something, something…
We don’t know what.
But we are working hard on finding the answers.
All of them,
Every day.
Once we have enough energy to power Deep Think
Or Deep Thought,
Or whatever we shall call our new electronic master
Once we have built him,
He will tell us why radioactive toast was a good idea after all.
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