Studies in Pripyet

fallout
falls in Pripyet
Chased off the children
its mothers and families
Never forget its there
20 years on in the form of falling hair
the town is ghostly
they can never go back
to its fairground wheel seized solid
all those swinging empty chairs
cry silent
rotting now in winds
in once this beautiful place
taking on their new forms
as nature re-sculptures
consumes with gentle pace
evolves
this peppered landscape is reborn
creeping branches
the thorns on concrete
the deep orange of rust
the encrusted garden gates
a warning to lay off
no immunity
from the silent divider of cells
and wild horses perform, curious
random in parks
still alive
and never asked to leave
perhaps they invaded
for
the breeding rituals bizarre
who knows
what could spawn
in the cruel moments of birth
deformed
a scientists anticipation
of what pops out
a living, unfolding experiment
studies in Pripyet