Dead Planet LXIII
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Fukushima Mon Amour
Sleeping pills don’t help—
Empty bottles strewn the floor
Brief forgetfulness
Look into my eyes—
A cornered animal stares
At the TV screen
Unapproachable—
Wretchedness with the sound of
Cesium blossoms
My dead husband lives—
In the suburb of my heart
He worked for TEMPCO
Now the setting sun—
Blooming untouchably white
Chrysanthemum death
He was slain by rays—
Radioactive blossoms
Protecting Japan
He’s inside me now—
Blooming beautifully black
Plum tree Thanatos
I will join him soon—
Dark prototype déjà vu
Chernobyl chill
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