Hail the blest atomic morn Unto the earth a bomb is born The pebble bed reactor core Up to the sky ascends. Hail the blest atomic sea, Its mouth in Oak Ridge, Tennessee Whose lips--untouched with blasphemy-- Our glowing eyes attend Bishops wrapped in Bedford cloth Said pride would cast our victories off, The Deep Blue to our Kasparov Our moral thoughts impart. "The city dumps fill the junkyards Fill the madhouses fill the hospitals Fill the graveyards fill not nothing else fills" (--C. Bukowski), Neither time nor I can hold your 1985 Chernobyl heart. Brightest and best Are the children of the morning. Dawn on our darkness And lend us thine aid" {SHH 132}. In unmysterious ways We re-enacted closet plays From charming, Magic Lantern days For the android whales below (thank you Harvey) You'd be cast as the Nazarene In the unrepenting desert scene Near to me, your Mary Magdalene, Our Lady of the Snow, Brightest and best Are the children of the morning. Dawn on our darkness & Lend us thine aid Star of the west horizon deforming, T.S. Eliot Bachich: Too many humans Under the brown fog of winter Come dawn in our darkness. Lend us thine aid Guide where our infant redeemer is laid