A New Clear Day
The little boy and the fat man
Went out for an outing,
Picking toadstools prettier than
The flowers that were sprouting.
They ate one and... what dreams they dreamed
That hot and clouded day
Of August when the shadows gleamed.
They dreamed of a new clear day,
Of pure, fresh air and grass green lands,
And nimbuses adrifting,
Of rivulets sweet and yellow sands
That cake when they asifting.
The cracked nuts from the tall trees droop,
Ambrosial - food for gods,
And little rabbits hop and poop
Little pellets and rods.
And lo behold, when moonshine’s done,
On top the palmy gradient,
There stands the mighty many-a-ton
Beneath the sunshine radiant.
They’re clean and bright and sparkling white,
The strong and concrete masses,
So smooth and symmetrically right
The domes and hourglasses.
Perfection, truly, was beheld,
Hooray, the happy hours.
Solution, every problem felled
With cheap, unending powers.
And the sky was blue, and the hills were green
And the winds were blowing warmly,
And far off, the sea-foams swarm and teem,
Wave after wave crash, normally.
I hope people take this to be a radically anti-nuclear poem.
Personally, I'm not sure if I actually belong to the categorically anti-nuclear camp. The Green Partier in me says that we should switch to truly clean, sustainable energy like wind and solar, sources that would not steadily destroy our atmosphere, nor act as a ticking time bomb that could at any moment blow up in our cells with unconscionably devastating consequences. But then again, I really need my car, I like my house warm and bright, and I don't want to significantly reduce my standard of living in order to prevent some disaster that I very likely would not personally experience.
In a geologically unstable region like Japan, however, the chance of such a disaster is somewhat more likely. I deeply hope that the events of the past few weeks would halt the plan for the construction of more nuclear power plants, at least in Japan. But then again, that may be because the Japanese switching to alternative energy sources would not heavily affect my own standard of living. All I would get is a reduced chance of radioactive fumes being blown my way in the future.
All in all, a crappy poem and an indecisive opinion. Thanks for reading.