Poem of the Week!
It's the first poem from our October poet Mario Petruccio, an amazing 21st century polymath, not only a poet but a scientist, ecologist and cultural commentator. I hope you made it along to the screening of Heavy Water his "poem-documentary" at the Star and Shadow Cinema but, if you couldn't make it, you can read along with his poems throughout October and get a flavour of the man and his work.
LAST WISHÃ¢ÂÅ¡(Chernobyl, 1986)
You bury me in concrete. Bury me
in lead. Rather I was buriedÃ¢ÂÅ¡
with a bullet in the head.
You seal me in powder. Cut the hairÃ¢ÂÅ¡
last. Then take the trimmingsÃ¢ÂÅ¡
and seal them in glass.
You wrap me in plastic. Wash me
Ã¢ÂÅ¡in foam. Weld the box airless
and ram the box home.
For each tomb that's hidden a greenÃ¢ÂÅ¡
soldier turns. None decomposes.
Nothing for worms.
A buckle. A pencil. Break one thingÃ¢ÂÅ¡
I left. Give some small part of meÃ¢ÂÅ¡
(From Heavy Water)