My Brother.
My brother used to stand by the icebox and tip a quart of milk
up and drink it all without stopping.
He was my mother's only son.
He's a big man now.
He doesn't believe in radiation.
He says a cow has got no more strontium 90 in it
now than it ever had.
I'm rather glad he feels this way.
It takes a whopping big bowl to jar him
after all the nourishment he's put down.
Being her only son, his faith is agreeable.
There's always something bad to worry about if you look for it,
he says.
Don't frown at Fortune and she won't frown at you.
Me, being a daughter, I don't argue.
But I've built my shelter and I've stored my distilled water.