No.4 Reactor

… We hid from radioactive rainfall
Just a couple of days after, boastful
Each raindrop a wheeled poison claymore
What cost, a disaster like Chernobyl?
… We see Ferris wheels stopped, timeless and still,
A tellers-till surrounded by gas masks
In the ghost town of Pripyat’s dead dunghill
That hi-tech city; now its epitaphs-
Are empty litter-free quiet pavements?
An abandoned amusement park that sees
A new kind of tourism on hiatus
To that: No.4 Reactor like honeybees
For that one cool cold exclusion-zone-glimpse
Of where the Elephant’s Foot lies, exists.

… Look, they walk laughing towards that abyss
Hoping their skin doesn’t burst out in cysts
What cost, a disaster like Chernobyl?
Tourist numbers-up 50,000 rising year on year
… This now a profiteering ambrosial
-Radioactive world, this new-frontier
It makes my heart sear like flesh on a grill.
The absence of sanity – reflection,
Humour, barbarity out-for-a-frill
Looking at the horror the abjection
Of a post-apocalyptic wasteland,
With not a single living soul insight
Just some large aluminium spacecraft
Awaiting its first and last, maiden flight.