PRO PATRIA MORI
As fire storms travel, we are twenty miles
from the marshalling yards at Crewe, some twelve
and a half from a tracking station near
Wardle, sixish from British Nuclear
Fuels at Capenhurst and slightly more than
four from an unspecified RAF
electronic complex in Sealand – which
all must have their numbers on at least
one ICBM in a silo
east of the Urals and/or west of
the Appalachians. And so, though there may be
nuclear winter in Hoole, we shall not
see it in our lifetime.
Alex Cox
November 28, 2010The Bulletin of Atomic Scientists as poetry!
Or THE WAR GAME as poetry… commissioned and then banned by the BBC, we hope!
John Huddart
November 30, 2010Delicious double ironies in that final sentence. Bring back the cold war – then there were clearer mysteries to write about!