Lay for the Day 2nd
on a squash court in Chicago, the first man-made atomic chain reaction
poem below, part of Intimations, was written in the shadow of Windscale
(or Sellafield as its now called), the giant nuclear power station
and fuel processing plant on the Cumbrian coast.
hang and swoop
from the car to the weeping horizon.
In the factory, fixed on our progress
heart to heart, lifes cracking
and spitting down corridors of power
whose fissure glides towards us, bright
and deep as a snake,
or deadly patient detective
maddening our cells.
It is quiet although the wound
of sunset lies huge and open.
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