Report

It is the year twenty-eleven.
Some are still alive
but nature put the candle out
in the land of the Rising Sun.
My thoughts go to Iwate,
Miyagi, Fukushima and Ibaraki,
The sun has set and snow falls
on the devastated earth
covering mud islands
in deadly night shades.

After being shaken,
flooded and its power cut
the dragon still spews fire and smoke,
blows poisonous clouds higher and higher,
further and further away.
The beast is preparing for melt down,
free at last from the yoke of the living

and so are thousands of bodies
piled stack-high by nature’s terror
that, again, struck the hubris of men,
and vanished into thick air.