A Late Night Safety Test Poem by Brad Evans

A Late Night Safety Test



they were picking mushrooms
when it went up.

Although the heat
fell off the scales in No.4

the vertical trajectory
did not hold true to Condy's: (i)

heat-tossed fission materials and graphite went stratospheric
with updrafts lasting 9 days.


It was just an accident, really,
following a late night safety test…


They evacuated the city
30 hours later

and sent in a 23 year old fireman,
Vladimir Pravik

along with 27 others
to tackle

a
meltdown

(and who were laid to rest
a short while after) .


With wet-lipped pleasure
the media

reported that Pravik
was to be awarded:

'an Order for Courage'

a small star
that looked like gold


from
a distance.

Saturday, May 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nuclear,poem
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(i) Condy's Crystals (Potassium permanganate) was a chemical compound used in my science class for demonstrating convection currents. After a glass beaker was filled with water, a small amount of these crystals was placed into the bottom, heat was then applied using a Bunsen burner to illustrate the way convection worked. If placed directly in the centre of the beaker, often the appearance of the dissolving crystals would resemble a mushroom-shaped cloud.

Following the sabre-rattling of world leaders (and a terrifying nightmare of a nuclear bomb going off) , I wrote this one down. Although it is based on the Chernobyl disaster, I deliberately left out national references as I feel that this is not something that affects one country, but the whole world. The Chernobyl reactor meltdown was an accident that occurred in the Ukraine, yet its effects had repercussions all around the world. In Great Britain, radiation levels affected livestock and, consequently, the food supplies. I wrote this piece partly through my disgust at how world leaders and military leaders can continue to advocate nuclear armaments when, even in peacetime (like with Chernobyl & Fukushima) , nuclear energy cannot be 100% safely managed and is, therefore, a constant danger and threat to our existence.
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