Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Medusa on the Shores of San Onofre by Jeeni Criscenzo - October 2012

2/6/2013

Dear Readers,

I saw this awesome, beautiful, thought-provoking, informed, accurate and terrifying poem for the first time today in the SC Green newsletter, and recommend it to all!

Ace Hoffman
Carlsbad, CA

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Medusa on the Shores of San Onofre

by Jeeni Criscenzo - October 2012

Oh Medusa,

you beguiled so many

basking with only your breasts exposed

on the shores of San Onofre.

Your hideous face hidden,

your tits flashing seductively,

like some cheap pole dancer

promising easy gratification,

all the pleasure you ever wanted,

with no consequences.




O Medusa,

you treacherous beast!

Would anyone ever want you,

if they knew that just one glance at your horrific face

would turn any creature to stone?



So shrewdly you lie.

You promised to suckle us

with unfettered nourishment,

power,

energy,

profits...

but fed us instead, the vapors of death.



What beast bore you for whom there is no killing?

That even beheaded, your putrid carcass will remain virulent,

a terrifying monster that must be vigilantly guarded and contained

for eternity,

forever.

Hundreds of generations from now

your severed head will remain

the ultimate weapon of terror

for whomever wields it;

a deadly talisman

that will be endlessly fought over

until it finally fulfills its charge

- the obliteration of everything in its shadow.

O Medusa,

when your grandmother, Gaia, shudders at the thought of you,

will you shake your deadly coif in a jealous response,

releasing satanic serpents in every direction,

over land and sea and air?



How can we appease you?

How can we contain you?

How can we destroy you?

Your promises were so seductive

that we feigned ignorance of your treachery,

forgetting the wisdom of the ancients,

laughing at the mistakes of the past.

Had no one handed down to us

the sage story of Perseus,

who only briefly

left your severed head unattended on the shores of Africa,

in pursuit of love and family,

while venomous vipers dripped from your horrific remains,

terrorizing the continent, even to this day.



And now,

you lay waiting.

Now you lie,

waiting,

on the shores of San Onofre.


This poem was read at the NOSANO rally on 2/2/2013. The author can also be seen reading it in November 2012 on You Tube:

"Our Poet Jeeni, Close Medusa San Onofre" (starts about 3:06)
http://youtu.be/IiUh58l7S0I

The prior speaker in the video gives a great description of Fukushima's disaster.

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