i am a little chernoble
cradled in the ***** of radioactive lakes
and cursed platoons of miasma snowflakes
my atoms were ripped apart
you were ripped from me -- and I did it
I tore out my own elementary particles until
i gave myself some kind of quantum complex
and now, he, them, the men in suits
they're coming to clean out the mess you left
the mess admittedly I made
and maybe they won't dive as deep into my soul
maybe they won't power rockets to far away moons
maybe they won't create realities.
but they are men and they are here
and they will recolonize me until
i grow weeds and eventually
a solitary flower.
For a place can never die,
even if it wants to try.