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Drum Walking
Song of the Survivors

by Michael Gramlich, an atomic Vet

Do not
"sanitize" the bomb;
the bomb is a thing of terror:
of the memories of charred and
burning human flesh,
vaporized saints and sinners,
dark-scorched outlines 
on shattered walls.......
It is the terror of ex-military men
who witnessed the Bomb
in above-ground tests
and (who) saw the very Gates of Hell
torn open
in incandescent ,roiling fury......
it is their quiet torment
and the agony of their families
as their bodies wasted away
before the cancers, leukemias,
and supportations of living flesh.....
it is the horror of people
living "downwind"
from the Bomb's radioactive slavering,
of the mothers and fathers
watching the inexorable-----
and so unnecessary--
deaths of their children;
it is compounded in the desperate hope 
of grandmothers
that their grandchildren
would be born
alive and normal....

It is the anger of those
who trusted
those in political and military power
and who have reconciled
their own shattered genes,
casting their survival
to the ash-heap-glowing
of nuclear reality......

It is the horror of children
and people
burned beyond recognition
and it is the horror
of the potential
"reincarnation" of that grisly-ness...

It is the quiet desperation
of the homeless
and the helpless
as monies go to feed instead
the growing Horror:
the potential annihilation-
of the human race, 
of the biosphere, 
of the planet itself...

I ask you,
"Do not sanitize the Bomb"
with cartoons and diagrams
and models.
Rather, make
the horror of its reality
known to all the world.

--m. gramlich
at Last Vegas, Nev.
(American Peace Test headquarters),
4/7/89  11:50 p.m.

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(c) photos and journal 2001 May
 by Kathy Barnes and Life
with Haiku and other poems 

~Dedicated to Michael Gramlich and all the atomic vets and all the other people hurt by the nuclear monster~

And dedicated to those who gather their courage to pray and protest and strive for a non-nuclear world

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Freedom of Expression and Nuclear Oppression

Heat of desert sun~
Patterned shadows of soft color
Fall like paper cranes

We walk and drum in the wind
With the darkness at our backs
Where atom bomb blasts of a thousand suns 
The destroyer of worlds 
Blasted into the sky

Peace protestors come to make a statement
How secure is this place of atomic destruction?
Runners are everywhere, surprising "security"

There was no water in the pen for the peace prisoners
Only the desert sun, heat, and an outhouse........
After being detained for hours, would you want to escape too?

A non violent resistance
In the sun
Holding our anger in
Keeping our peace
Praying and 
The Creator knows

Trucks anonymously un inscribed
Cylinders and squares and drilling rigs
To sacrilegiously drill and corrupt
The sacred mountains
The sacred earth
With the after effects 
Of an insane age of nuclear madness

What would the number be?
The victims of the nuclear monster--
Uranium miners, scientists, atomic vets, radiation experiment victims, down-winders, rad waste haulers,
construction/destruction crews, gamblers and shiners, movie stars, recycled rad metal jars, prison bars, children, Chernobyl children, (Un)depleted uranium bomb victims, rads with wind and dust into the lungs of lizards who have never told their story, uncounted, unnumbered victims
of the nuclear demon~~~
what would the number be?
the NTS could not contain all the crosses


The desert sun
The desert wind
The valley could hold
A million solar panels
A million wind generators~~~~
The light of the sun
And the dance of the wind
Lightyears preferable to toxic radiation

It would be better if
You had never known the truth
Than to fall away from it

I tried to call you brother
I tried to call you friend
You chose one side
I chose another
You are still my brother
Will you ever be my friend ?

Will the stones remember we were here
To fight the nuclear monster
With our love
Peace said the Earth Mother
I will give you peace for your gifts 

In the cool places
Friends speak
Clear headed
At the door of the sun

I've got the atomic cafe blues
The lizard waits for supper 
At the gate of dawn
Skittering on
I follow
The orange flecks of color on its sides
Blend into the traveling desert

I've got the atomic cafe blues
Too many rads unleashed their destructive fury
Lizards scout for food scraps

(c) 2001 Reflections, a poem by Kathy Barnes

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Chicago Protest 2001

© DWMI website pages, Kathryn Barnes



Total War or Total Disarmament?
by Doctress Neutopia

  August 6, 1945

                         Hiroshima, 100,000 dead.

                         The bomber named the plane

                         after his mother, Enola Gay.

                         Icon of mother and son

                         unleashed the power of the sun

                         on civilians populations.


                         US military leaders

                         didn't want the war in Asia to end 

                         until their new weapon was used.

                         After all, they had just spent 

                         $2 billion to develop the ultimate 

                         weapon and needed a human 

                         testing ground for their investment.

                         Filled with revenge for attacking

                         Pearl Harbor, with the bomb exploded

                         they could show the Soviet Union

                         its new imperialistic megaton muscle.


                         Truman lied when he announced 

                         the first atomic bomb target 

                         was not a city, but a military base.

                         He must have know

                         bombing civilian populations

                         was against the Geneva convention.

                         The bomb was the total weapon 

                         for a total war.

                         It was America's final solution.


                         For decades, US government 

                         censored film footage of the land 

                         that it killed on that sunny day.

                         The land of the free

                         didn't want the world public

                         to see what their Little Boy had done.

                         How different were suffering images from 

                         Auschwitz than from images of Hiroshima?

                         Both represented crimes against humanity.

                         And so begun the Cold War against the USSR 

                         that put nuclear weapons on hair-trigger alert.


                         America became the first World Empire 

                         founded on thousand of nuclear bombs.

                         It became a rich nation even though

                         it failed to provide all citizens with 

                         health care, education, and housing,

                         becoming the world's largest 

                         proliferater of nuclear weapons.


                         If only these weapons were buried

                         with the ashes of the candle corpses 

                         glowing eternally in the dark.

                         If only the wisdom of Albert Einstein 

                         was heeded and a supranational organization 

                         formed to protect the world from splitting atoms!


                         The possibility of poisonous 

                         mushrooms clouds still haunt

                         our  barbaric world.

                         Depleted uranium weapons

                         contaminate children in the Middle East.

                         Iraqi mothers birth children whose heads 

                         look like a jellyfish.

                         Sub critical nuclear testing continues

                         to develop suitcase weapons in hopes

                         of sending Iran back to the Stone Age.


                         Consciousness of evil vaporize!

                         We don't want you any more!

                         Our creative energy is non-nuclear.

                         It says no to any kind of war!


                         Isn't it time now to move beyond the Nuclear Age?

                         Isn't it time to end the nuclear tyranny in Outer Space?

                         Isn't it time to use the sun's power in a positive way,

                         to use our solar energy to build a global

                        sustainable culture where world peace reigns?

                        The destruction of our sacred flesh and bones

                        by radioactive corruption is against the love force

                        that evolved beautiful life on this holy garden.


                        War Gods on Gaia,

                        your bombs are like volcanic 

                        eruptions, tidal waves that can kill

                        hundreds of thousands of people.


                        Will humanity learn to control 

                        the Poison Fire before 

                        there is another World War?

                        Will we learn to love the planet before this 

                        artificial consciousness melts the eyeballs 

                        of both those who can and cannot see,

                        before it releases fireballs 

                        that blinds the bumblebees?

                        Madonna mind,

                        there is no ascension for believers

                        in a species who goes extinct!


                        If your religion is universal love,

                        then I demand you to prove it!

                        Disarm this Christian nuclear nation state!

                        Be a leader of Lovolution. Turn the other cheek!

                        Create a yoga environment of inner peace.

                        Isn't this the Neutopian dream?


                        If you are sincere in conquering terrorism,

                        then dismantle your terrorist weapons.

                        It wasn't Sadaam Hussein who possessed 

                        weapons of mass destruction. It was you!

                        You invaded Iraq for oil so that you could continue 

                        your greedy lifestyle depended on the filthy automobile.


                        Look in the mirror and see beyond

                        the falsehood of your patriotic smiling grin.

                        Then you will find the kernel of truth that bombs 

                        are no protection of the enemy of ignorance within.

~by Doctress Neutopia~

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