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.

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  1. #1 by Alex Cox - November 28th, 2010 at 17:46

    The Bulletin of Atomic Scientists as poetry!
    Or THE WAR GAME as poetry… commissioned and then banned by the BBC, we hope!

  2. #2 by John Huddart - November 30th, 2010 at 20:50

    Delicious double ironies in that final sentence. Bring back the cold war – then there were clearer mysteries to write about!

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