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Aug 2018
why i am an only child?
you have to ask the Polish women
who were forced to drink iodine....

1986...

  Chernobyl...

      it spread to Poland from the Ukraine...

  a "rainbow" effect,#as my great-grandmother
recounted...
in the local park?

streaks... of autumnal trees
in their full bloom decay,
      and the furthest green in summer...

a strange time...
why wouldn't my mother have
more children?
i guess, in fear of breeding a ******,
pro-life, what?!

you raise them!
see how they turn out when
you're dead!
god's "grace"...
               you ever curate the fate
of your grandmother?

well then!
                 now you know!
nature is ruthless!
man attempting to
overcome it?!
                        you know
what nature does?
i know what nature does...
  steam-roller and...
somehow the most vocal speakers
are those daring to
question the feathers
of a macaw parrot...
substituting it with
fashion trends...

mort in concencus,..
   vive in conscissio...

         i might have been born with
a sibling...
  but i wasn't...

the Scandinavian countries learned
of it,
from under, beneath the iron curtain...

and who can actually blame Gorbachev?
when the U.S.S.R. was made
dissolute?
      and no war took the  zeitgeist
garments of a pope's approval?
no cardinal red,
with Attila's river...
  
   who is to blame,
the scolded transition period of peace?
no one unless my grandfather can
understand the peaceful transition
of the disintegrated U.S.S.R.,
into a Russian Fed.?

               no one?

                   but the women of Poland
and the Ukraine? still had
to drink iodine...
                  and i am...
i am...
                           i am...
  i will always be...
the long lost cousin of the Chernobyl
geblüt;

there is not concept of
a butterfly effect...
when it comes to the query of an,
atomic reactor!
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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