The matter of Whales

Even the weather colluded with the government. The heavy, damp opression present during the massacre, gave way to sunny, fresh days for the cover-up; the creation of a non-event.

Cloud Chamber

At peace with charmed and
comfortable with strange.
You could have been
the discoverer of all this,
the thief of French electrons
to fuel your Swiss detector,
to dim the lights
in border towns
and slow the clocks
of every European.
A billion particles
spent in finding one
lost in the world.
You close the cities down
one-by-one,
a future architect of equinoxe.