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.
this made me very very nervous
ReplyDeletethe 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.
ReplyDeleteif only it were just a sci-fi monster...
ReplyDeleteBrilliant way to explore this.
ReplyDeleteAnd with this poem ive become a guaranteed reader.
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