When
When
the whole world turned to stop
Windy morning in March
when all hell broke loose.
It was history’s fatal arc,
our town swung by a noose
Wind blew the fatal curse
Yesterday’s news was torn,
as fate drove in a hearse
but no one left to mourn.
20 years past its prime
it was a ticking bomb
and in a second of time
our fate was entombed.
20 years past its end
Entergy knew it best
as it lied to defend
all of its failed tests
When
the whole world turned to stop
Miles of pipe lurking
a coiled snake to strike
fatal chance was stalking,
a lightening quick spike.
Old sagging pipes blew,
from a crack of steam,
a string of mistakes flew
then heard a scream,
“Boys, head to the hills
this one is going to blow!
Grab your families and run!”
The brave stayed to fight
but too few to stave the fate,
as execs quickly took flight,
there was no time to wait.
When
the whole world turned to stop
Winds blew wild that day
a radioactive wind of fire,
roared each and ever way,
in the skies an unholy spire.
For miles, roads did clog,
too few could flee or run
as if stuck in a mud bog,
light chilled to a black sun.
Chilling and killing wind
seized everyone instead.
The old, infirmed & blind
quietly died in their bed.
When
the whole world turned to stop
Years now since it blew
but skies again are blue
with weedy grass lawns.
All seems back to normal,
a few birds wobble in flight,
natural selection is natural,
with the return of corn blight.
Starlight peeks thru the sky,
in the cold fading twilight,
never asking of Man’s why
or indifference to insight.
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