NUCLEAR POWER: A Nihilistic Lament

	Let us drink to uranium
	& swillow our pride
	as our hearts turn radioactive
	& conscience mutates
	into sealed containers
	whure isotopes lie

	Virtually none uh us will be around
	when dis civilizashun powers down
	& cockroaches scampa' across keyboards
	as mutants calculate new ways t' die.

	Only sum cyborgs haf' a future:
	Why's depend on carbon-life?

	Wid duh right silicon circuits
	cyborgs kun do much better
	dan old-fashioned carbon rife.

	Ah Sheeeiit, bro!
	We dun gawd screeew'd dings up.


Ted     (sighing) This poem is too nihilistic . . .

Terri:  (nodding) Agreed.

Kris:   Listening to a lament before a tragedy actually occurs is lugubrious.
        It also reduces the likelihood of any positive change.

Tim:    (shaking his head) Not necessarily. It could be a cautionary warning.
        All nightmares do not have to come true.

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from _AmeriSong: Poetry, Art, & Dialogs about Amerika_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY:  Some thoughts about nuclear power, nihilism, and nightmares.
KEYWORDS: radioactive poetry, atomic energy, mutant poetry, cyborg reflections

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955)
Begun: 1998 in Taipei, Taiwan / Finished: 2020 in Yokohama, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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