Good-bye birds.
Good-bye fish.
Fukushima...
gone? You wish.
So long friend,
end is near
Is Jesus coming?
Not right here.
In our book
does it say
Atomic power...
no good play?
Christ knows not
atomic rays
kills believers,
so they say.
I live here,
it is said,
small bad things are
near my bed.
Barry G. Wick
A Poetics of Cold
6 years ago
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