The Ocean Is Broken

http://www.theherald.com.au/story/1848433/the-ocean-is-broken/?cs=2373

We burst on that silent sea,

All dead and filled with debris:

As life’s sacrificed,

The deep rots: O Christ!

That ever this should be!

H/T: Samuel Tayor Coleridge 

More Fuku Follies

Fuku Bookie

TEPCO, that outfit of clods,

Is going to be moving the rods;

So lay down your dough

On which day she’ll blow,

And ask for my updated odds.

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Fukuwatch TV

Watching, with danger so undisguised

Would hardly need to be advertised:

If a dropped rod goes clank

And then the screen’s blank,

The end of the world might be televised.

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The Profit

"...Tepco is under pressure to post a profit in the year to March 2014 under a turnaround plan Japan's top banks recently financed with $5.9 billion in new loans and refinancing...."

http://news.yahoo.com/special-report-help-wanted-fukushima-low-pay-high-050626106--sector.html;_ylt=A2KJ3CWM8WpSzGkAJRDQtDMD

And somebody or other said, “Speak to us of Doom.

And he replied:

Doom is just one of those fads,

But profit is timeless. And lads:

Since profit is key,

Better not disagree,

Or I’ll kick you right square in the nads.

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Fuku Homer

I’m moving the rods, don’t you know?

If I drop one, look out below;

Watch me lift the debris:

All these buttons—let’s see—

I think I’ll push this one. D’oh!

Ode on SFP 4

I like to stay bundled up tight

In warm comforters at morning’s light,

But I must go online

To find out if it’s fine

Or it blew up during the night.

Fukushima Follies

Fuel Rod Olympics

In this new event, the key

Is who moves the most debris;

The chance of mistake

Will keep us awake

Watching the ads on TV.

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Paranoid Pete Sez

The engineers who were smart

Decided not take part:

They looked for a bit,

Then said, “Fuck all this shit—

It’s hopeless right from the start!”

How I Became A Believer

Despite some careful dissections,

I couldn’t find cause for rejections,

And with so many forces

On hellbent doom courses,

I simply ran out of objections. 

Chatter

We’re sitting here taking our ease,

And saying whatever we please;

Though we can’t change our fate,

We still like to relate:

We’re monkeys chattering in trees. 

Old Wine, New Bottle

Old wine LXXIII

With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, 

And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

New bottle LXXIII

With the Big Bang, it first was decreed

How things from then on would proceed:

What flew when and where

Fixed fate then and there,

Like your take on these words you now read.

H/T: Omar Khayyam, of course

Tokyo 2020

It’s not too much risk to proclaim

Japan hosts the Olympic flame:

This ain’t no joke, yo,

If there’s no more Tokyo,

There’ll be no Olympic game. 

Only Acceptance Remains

Studying nature explains

The uselessness of our campaigns;

When no fix is left,

We’re completely bereft,

And only acceptance remains.

Twelve Step Wisdom

Step 1

With doom info now obtainable,

Our powerlessness is explainable;

That’s why this is it:

We have to admit

Our lives have become unsustainable.

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Bottoming Out

There’s a great deal to learn all about;

Until then, you’ll naturally doubt,

But the stuff that you spout

Will become more devout

After you’ve bottomed out.

Bottoming out often clears

The ear canal through which one hears:

Doom, once it’s gotten

Makes folks move the cotton

To their mouths, from out of their ears. 

H/T: Mike k @ NBL