At the risk of losing any friends, readers or followers that may still remain to this blog... here's a poem I wrote a few years ago. It was written just after the Fukushima nuclear
A Fukushima Sonnet (Mutiny)
Is this the price of having on the lights?
Mutiny of the thyroid or the lungs?
Iodine and cesium in the rain,
Odorless, colorless, invisible?
We can only guess when it will arrive
Or what we can do to save our lives
Or whether we need to worry at all
Or whether our lives are worth the effort.
The elements have finally turned on us
Like servants of an unjust master broke
Out in vengeful mutiny. The news says,
From the vegetables, the milk, or the air,
Of every four hundred children, one will
(Statistically speaking) get cancer.
And now some analysis: Here's why this is not a good sonnet: