23 March 2011


Muscles flex and spasming,
the dragon groans in its sleep
turning and thrashing after years
wandering the astral wilderness

It finally came home, awakening
from nightmares asthenospheric,
roaring into lithospheric rage that
billows deadly around the world

Vibrations of its pounding heart
pierce the rock, break the surface,
and crack the serpent's eggs
held in check by man's vanity

Keepers of the zoo race frantic,
fighting invisible death, pouring the sea
over scales become suns in miniature,
and a tail coiling around a nation

The reactor beast bares its fangs
and rears its head, claws out;
the best advice for the poor villagers
is to stay inside and don't breathe

Unit 4 is alive, breath visible in steam,
and ash, its glowing heart bared,
rising from the pool, and in the hissing
we hear its name:  I am Radiatrix

don't eat. don't drink. don't breathe.

only fear me, and repent.


  1. this made me very very nervous

  2. the monster has indeed been awakened. a powerful telling of the tale, Irish. will we poor slobs ever learn that we cannot control everything, and that some things should just not be done because their consequences are too dire? Scary times.

  3. Brilliant way to explore this.

  4. And with this poem ive become a guaranteed reader.


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...