Chernobyl

Chernobyl

A Poem by JR

Everything I touch is hot,

every time I fall it’s like flame like

… Those poor blind

stupid b******s

who were dropped

into the caldera

of what used to be

Reactor Number Four;

in sixty seconds

they went in flesh

and came out a mess

forever changed,

everything they touched was hot

every time they fell,

it was into ash,

and flame.

© 2021 JR


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Added on January 5, 2021
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JR
JR

Placerville, CA



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