I need to take the advice that was a line in the play I went to see at the weekend ”stop writing and start wronging” and stop censoring myself before I post. I saw this series of photographs in the guardian http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/gallery/2013/apr/14/chernobyl-ghost-town-in-pictures#/?picture=407166751&index=11 and then wrote this.
The paper today shows the abandoned city of Pripyat
I was born the day the radiation hit the uk
When scores of live stock were slaughtered
And my mother forbade those who could from eating the rhubarb
Something I never thought of later with a raw purple umbrella ended stalk
And a small pot of granulated sugar I dipped it in
The garden held no terrors then four years on
These public spaces in Pripyat abound with peeling paint
Uninhabited, the art of gormless politicans piled up remains eerily unmarked
things have been stolen of course people brave radiation for that, the desperate do
The things that grow there are working their roots into foundations
Performing their own slow demolition and still the books lie open
Unread in their palace of culture, I hope there were books where they were evacuated
I have lived a life or relative safety share an anniversary that will
Continue to be marked until the Geiger counters go.