Far Beyond the Farallones

Note: I really tried to work the phrase “More than 47,800 drums and other containers of low-level radioactive waste were dumped onto the ocean floor west of San Francisco between 1946 and 1970; many of these are in the Gulf of the Farallones National Marine Sanctuary” into the poem, but it wasn’t very musical.

With jelly eyes and grey silk ties
Their coats are sugar spun
They’ll drag you down without a sound
Until their work is done

They live far beyond the Farallones
In their hovels by the sea
Where no one’s home but Jewel-eyed Joan
Chummy Jack and me

Double, double boil and trouble
How does your garden grow?
On slippery slopes with isotopes
And Devil’s Teeth all in a row

They live far beyond the Farallones
In their hovels by the sea
Where no one’s home but Jewel-eyed Joan
Chummy Jack and me

A loop-de-loop in the shark fin soup
They’ll toss you in the waves
Two by two, in the ole fish coop
Down dig the eggers’ graves

They live far beyond the Farallones
In their hovels by the sea
Where no one’s home but Jewel-eyed Joan
Chummy Jack and me

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