Joe Rosochacki - Morton

From sodium chloride to components of nuclear genocide,
My God you are diverse.
Would your little girl’s umbrella shield her from radio active salt,
Or fallout which is worse?
Your interest appears to span from salt on the table,
To the S A L T II tables.
Your attempted cover up of the “O” rings,
And malfunctions of miscellaneous rocket things.
Make one feel uneasy, face it,
You’re no reincarnation of St. Francis of Assisi,
If your salt mines are abandoned, there will you dispose of nuclear waste,
Or put it in your products for human consumption, more or less to taste?
Contamination would destroy most of mankind’s feast,
But for few tons of food that would somewhat pure,
That can be kept longer, if by salt, it was cured.
Gone be dollars, Marks, and Francs.
Liras, Pounds, and Yens would also join the ranks,
Like in pre-monetary society one commodity would last,
As it had in millenniums past,
It would be dealt with power and pride, a preserver through the centuries,
Known as sodium chloride.
As we know about, business profits during wars,
For you Morton, “WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS”.

(10-1986)

Joe Rosochacki

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