From sodium chloride to components of nuclear genocide, <br />My God you are diverse. <br />Would your little girl’s umbrella shield her from radio active salt, <br />Or fallout which is worse? <br />Your interest appears to span from salt on the table, <br />To the S A L T II tables. <br />Your attempted cover up of the “O” rings, <br />And malfunctions of miscellaneous rocket things. <br />Make one feel uneasy, face it, <br />You’re no reincarnation of St. Francis of Assisi, <br />If your salt mines are abandoned, there will you dispose of nuclear waste, <br />Or put it in your products for human consumption, more or less to taste? <br />Contamination would destroy most of mankind’s feast, <br />But for few tons of food that would somewhat pure, <br />That can be kept longer, if by salt, it was cured. <br />Gone be dollars, Marks, and Francs. <br />Liras, Pounds, and Yens would also join the ranks, <br />Like in pre-monetary society one commodity would last, <br />As it had in millenniums past, <br />It would be dealt with power and pride, a preserver through the centuries, <br />Known as sodium chloride. <br />As we know about, business profits during wars, <br />For you Morton, “WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS”. <br /> <br />(10-1986)<br /><br />Joe Rosochacki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morton/
