This poem was inspired by activist Kevin Blanch.
A Little Boy’s gun with a barometric trigger, showed a Fat Man how to blot out an Empire’s rising sun. Proliferation’s need pushed Sellafield and Kyshtym to trip chasing Manhattan. Twenty two years later and just three miles south of Middleton, failed safe assurances lied again and signed Pripyat’s some thousands years lease that left eighteen billion rubles around one elephant’s foot. Fukushima’s seven year menses – Pacific stained – west coast tide pool colors an invasive green as Chinook escapements fill five year graves. Intractable cesium hangovers bleed MOX cocktails Nostrils blowing bubbles over damned lips fused to the tit of a beast we can’t tame. ----------------------------------------------------- Contest: Remembering What You Want to Forget Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues Date: 09.04.18
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