Final Act


Scene I. A dark cavernous pesticide plant at midnight in Bhopal, India. In the middle, a cauldron.

Hissing from valves nearby. Enter three wicked witches of the west.

Witch 1

Round the cauldron we cast our spell

Witch 2

With mercury, toad, and lead.

Witch 3

Carbaryl products no longer sell.

Witch 1

This plant is just about dead.


Bubble, bubble,
Boil the trouble
Methyl isocyanate.

Witch 2

Broth of uranium,
Dung, piss, and chromium,
The cat we fried.

Witch 3

Profit and loss,
No longer right,
Fume from the dross
A fog tonight.

Witch 1

Edema, psychosis,
Hydrogen cyanide,
Tubular necrosis
From Dow Union Carbide.


Bubble, bubble,
Boil the trouble
Methyl isocyanate.

Witch 3

A dead man’s cock
To finish the slime.
Sell your stock.
‘Tis time. ‘Tis time.

Commemorating the disaster
December 3, 1984

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