Crayon colored
carnival rides
screech in this silent city.
haunted by ghosts
of man’s exploits,
ghosts of ’86.
Eerie silence
surrounds
this surrealistic city.
One yellow slipper,
an abandoned doll,
a teddy bear . . .
A phantom carnival calliope
calls across this young,
once bustling city
as swing seats
in crayon colors
screech
to the thrill
of Chernobyl ’s ghosts
riding
on a gentle
deadly
wind . . . .
(Written after watching a documentary on the Chernobyl disaster ten years after the disastrous event, and called to mind now after the March 2011 earthquake, tsunami and nuclear disaster in Japan.)
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