An Excerpt from Atomic Atoll by Russell Brickey...
Operation Crossroads: 1946-1947
The coral heads will die today.
They have grown like cities
in the blue-green bath of eons.
Their stories all the same,
polyps which remember
the original Word yet have no
tongues to remind us by.
Coral is the filter to the ocean,
a nice chorus of the environment,
but no matter, these are only a few,
too few, silent souls in the restless
zone. We have more reefs
in the world to clean the brilliant bath
with a billion salty tongues.
The clouds on the horizon are beginning
to form faces in profile. Noble faces,
like emperors. They see with the far eyes of gods
They can see into the future...