VOLUME 9 TABLE OF CONTENTS

PLUTONIUM (speaks for itself)

I am partly combat fallout,

roiling dust and dark debris

a particle that ricochets

from one reflection to another

headed for the melting pot.

My warring fatherly dead

have scattered energy

with wild reactive anger,

misplaced longing and

repulsed my wasted ions.

Heavy-water willed,

I was an accidental spill

an isotope of isolation,

Pluto’s private inner ball

of polished mirror steel

released in hellish descent

to test the bubble-chamber

physics lab of earth and

dare the forces old and rare

to free my self-control.

And mornings came to light

with artificial brightness

laying waste to half a nation

making way for peaceful uses,

wormwood captivation.

This too was put on hold

the factory disappeared

as nuclear seedlings lay asleep

and international darkness

spread to soldiers of fear.

So I have spawned an age

that shortly comes before,

a world within a darkened eye

created wide awake that

trembles now to explore.

 

©Jimmy Warner Design, 2001