Black as night at five
as I rose and chose a coffee
from the selection of available liquids.
With this I had a cigarette, which I made myself:
harvesting, drying, processing leaf,
making paper in a big blue pail,
extracting gas from my bio mass.
An exhaustive process
often interrupted by the need
to release toxic waste from the corpus.
On arrival upstairs in my lift
the day was revealed as misty
and the streets sweat wet.
I dropped my lighter on the floor and left it,
vowing to retrieve it later
with my extended manual claw.
A cursory take on the news
clarified the extent of yesterday’s huge explosion in China.
Jim Al Kalili showed me around Sellafield
nuclear reprocessing plant and availed me of a
brief history of nuclear energy.
He looks very like a frog.