Trying to love Pilgrim Nuclear Power Plant

First I will honor your name. Just as
�those colonists first used, then abused
�then tried to exterminate those whose
�land they coveted, so you squat leering
�at our homes, our bodies, our air and water.

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Can I eat your plentiful pollution? Do
�the fish and the humpback whales shine
�from what you exude into the waters
�of Cape Cod Bay? Can I imagine
�your spent fuel rods where they pile

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in the pool built for a fifth of them
�leaking, always leaking poison,
�as so many fallen soldiers? As
�Tootsie Rolls clumping together?
�As fallen angels putrifying?

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If only we could see your radiation
�as Northern Lights, we could enjoy
�as we bathe in it. You loom like fate,
�all manner of ailments cooking there
�bestowing cancer like alms.

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You are an equal opportunity
�destroyer: seniors, toddlers, women,
�men, visitors, folks with McMansion
�summer homes, coywolves, cats,
�horses, chickadees, osprey. Your

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towers loom in our nightmares
�but like peasants under castle walls
�harvesting crops the lord will take,
�we’re indentured to Entergy Inc.
�that will turn life to eons of death.

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