Faceless job, circling,
un-Enola Gay fliers,
Fukushima bound.
“No morality
in war” Tibbets said.
No sentiment
in business; just a
geiger counter
and the fragile ground.
To force the body
not to flee—who remembers
Cherynobyl, mon
amour? 5.6
roentgens per second. “Off scale.”
Telyatnikov
received his medal
for bravery, two others,
posthumously. Four,
the number that burned?
Down’s syndrome up--Germany.
Deer racing from the
red forest. Cost of
oil wars or black lung. None
costless. Know us, then, we
breathing women, men,
pouring sea water over
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pouring sea water over
icarus, the sun."
fly too high, wings burn.
lots of kind of burns.
all is combustion.
heat and light.
to carry the weight of the sun
is an interesting phrase.
the sun has no "weight"
(a gravitational field is needed to measure this number
for a mass...)
then again, weight is also an emotional concept,
meaning ... responsibility, 'the weight of the world'...
or misery, 'poor hapless guy , wish he could unloose that
weight on his soul'
weight means importance too.
still, i say: all need gravity.
tough job indeed, the weight of the sun itself,
the first and last lifegiver,
the light and heat
itself.
or maybe that's too strange and the universe isn't organized that way.
but thank-you for reading.
and sirenita, so nice to see you. thank-you....I wonder how you are these days. xox.
and hence all the genetic experimentation. otherwise great post feels like this poem should be on my sunflower Post.
I was thinking that icarus is the perfect metaphor for the nuclear power industry....heat wise and otherwise. mini-suns....
have also been thinking of this lately...maybe the weight of the sun is life itself...and we all carry that weight...
but, on another note, I find your sunflower photos spectacular. I wish I could post one here. thank-you so much. I thought of posting this poem with sunflowers of some sort....but I didn't see any that worked. now that I've seen yours I see what I was looking for.
oil wars or black lung. None
costless. Know us, then, we
breathing women, men,
pouring sea water over
icarus, the sun."
very unique style here, and I loved that last line...read it 3 times. thanks ~
oh yeah - I tried to rate and it wouldn't let me?