And Life Goes On After a Meltdown
The meltdown in the reactor # Four at Chernobyl
Burst the housing bubble a short distance away in Pripyat
In what has become part of the dreaded Zone.
Humans departed the high-rises en-mass
And everything green turned burnt brown
For about twenty-some years.
Then Mother Nature took over braving
The crack, crack, crackling of the Geiger counter
To welcome back those
Who had been unceremoniously booted out
By the agents of the state for social engineering,
City planning and industrial development.
The field mice entered the lobby and
Looked around the first floor seeking comfortable
Confines from which to entertain.
It was a short distance from their rooms
To the bar which was left well stocked with the very best
Russian vodka and Kentucky Bourbon.
The beavers, chipmunks and moles headed
Straight for the basement where it was
So cool and damp and gloriously slippery,
But the King of the Raptors, the Bald Headed Eagle
Flew majestically and unhindered into the
Sweet suite on the top floor
And prepared room for the Royal family
Where it didn’t matter if the elevators worked
Because the raptors just dive bombed to the lobby
For a late night drink with the field mice, beavers,
Chipmunks and moles who were illuminated
By the radiation emanating from everything.