Magic Lantern Days

Hail the blest atomic morn
 Unto the earth a bomb is born
 The pebble bed reactor core
 Up to the sky ascends.
 Hail the blest atomic sea,
 Its mouth in Oak Ridge, Tennessee
 Whose lips--untouched with blasphemy--
 Our glowing eyes attend
 Bishops wrapped in Bedford cloth
 Said pride would cast our victories off,
 The Deep Blue to our Kasparov
 Our moral thoughts impart.
 "The city dumps fill the junkyards
 Fill the madhouses fill the hospitals
 Fill the graveyards fill not nothing else fills"
 (--C. Bukowski),
 Neither time nor I can hold your
 1985 Chernobyl heart.
 Brightest and best
 Are the children of the morning.
 Dawn on our darkness
 And lend us thine aid" {SHH 132}.
 In unmysterious ways
 We re-enacted closet plays
 From charming, Magic Lantern days
 For the android whales below (thank you Harvey)
 You'd be cast as the Nazarene
 In the unrepenting desert scene
 Near to me, your Mary Magdalene,
 Our Lady of the Snow,
 Brightest and best
 Are the children of the morning.
 Dawn on our darkness
 & lend us thine aid
 Star of the west horizon deforming,
 T.S. Eliot Bachich: Too many humans
 Under the brown fog of winter
 Come dawn in our darkness.
 Lend us thine aid
 Guide where our infant redeemer is laid