The Radioactive Town

Glowing...
All there it is....
Glowing...
Then, we were all evacuating
Running away
From whatever beast, that's following.
But looking back, behind us...the town
was nothing...
but glowing.

The last I remember it
I was walking up the staircase
on a lonely moonlit night
Mum, offered czekolada
And was off to bed
By the end of the darkened hall.
I was alone then
looking at the small droplets
Of rain, as it dripped
tapping, the window sill
'til crystalised images
Of Chernobyl,
Left me, dreaming

Then, it, happened
A blinding, blast of light
Covered part of the town
The fourth reactor, beeping
as the structure weighed
all the burden
and died...like the town, our town
Of radioactivity