28 Dec 2016 – Sonnet
Chernobyl seeths beneath its concrete dome,
its sins seep out and foul the water wells
that used to nurish fertile fields and homes
now all abandoned, anterooms of hell.
The soil still wears the stain of splattered blood
defiled by those who stole it in their turn.
Their crimes don’t die but slumber in the mud –
they have no half-life. Neither do men learn
by watching toxins giving mutants birth
to walk the land, proclaiming darkness light.
Collective cancers gnaw away at Earth,
condemning souls as yet unborn to blight.
“We won! You lost! That means we’re right! You’re wrong!”
Their fathers damned, the sons their sins prolong.