Tuesday Poem – “A Valediction Forbidding Mourning”, by John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say “The breath goes now,” and some say, “No” So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; ’Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Movement of …

Tuesday Poem – “Ukritye”, by Mario Petrucci

(Chernobyl, 1986) Even the robots refuse. Down tools. Jerk up their blocked heads, shiver in invisible hail. Helicopters spin feet from disaster, caught in that upwards cone of technicide – then ditch elsewhere, spill black running guts. Not the Firemen. In rubber gloves and leather boots they walk upright, silent as brides. Uppers begin to …