Cernobyl, now

Can you see the silence? Can you hear the wind? Can you feel the death?

Every Blue Sky

The blue sky of my youth,
in grass coated beaches,
infused floral innocence,
I find you.

The blind faith of guide dogs,
in black mountains stacked,
the abundance of hiding,
I find you.

Mechanical in completion,
in pools reflecting life,
in origins of hurt,
I find you.

In groove of needle static,
oxygen free surroundings,
in Doppler effects,
I find you.

An ever thinner presence,
in background radiation.
animation unbound.

Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015

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