Margeaux Walter   © 2012 All Rights Reserved

Roughly Every 833,000 Years,

though in 1983, in southern N.J.,
twice in four days. Probably not,

but sometimes a cascade of events
lacking airbrushed mountains, the back up

of the back up gone kaput. Roughly
every 2,227 years, except for Diablo

Canyon straddling Andreas, Hosgri.
Occasionally, a bizarre concatenation,

as in melt and down, though most of the time
like driving without a seatbelt. Take

potassium iodide; donít take potassium iodide.
Drink the milk; donít drink the milk.

Sometimes, weíre all a bystanding avocet,
carving with our bills a veto on rod and ore.

Probably once in a thousand years,
though like lines on a palm, many fissures

go unread. A roll of the dice; it canít happen
twice. A risk and a caveat. A race to avert

a tier of cadavers, a credo of glowing I told you soís.

                                                               Based on a 3/28/11 New York Times article titled ďAt U.S. Nuclear
                                                                Sites, Preparing for the Unlikely.Ē


Martha Silano
Copyright © 2012  

Martha Silanoís books are What the Truth Tastes Like, Blue Positive, and The Little Office of the Immaculate Conception, winner of the 2010 Saturnalia Books Poetry Prize and a finalist in Foreword Magazineís book of the year awards. She teaches at Bellevue College.

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