The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting,uncertain,
mystifying hours.
All morning a crew of workmen have been tearing the old decrepit roof off our
building,
and all morning, trying to distract myself, I’ve been wandering out to watch them
as they hack away the leaden layers of asbestos paper and disassemble the
disintegrating drains.
After half a night of listening to the news, wondering how to know a hundred
miles downwind
if and when to make a run for it and where
Personally, I think Williams is drawing a connection between the toxic job of tearing down this basic roof and the potential environmental impact that is often associated with nuclear power. In a separate interview when Williams was asked if his poetry was political he said that "it's not so much as political, as being as conscious, as it can be." It's obvious that this quote is very fitting for our present situation. Simply put, we need to be "conscious" of the impacts that will come with an expansion of nuclear power in America. You can check out the rest of the poem here.
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