Chernobyl

Pravda: Two dead at Chernobyl. No need to worry. All is under control. And the air deceives... Life goes on under sunny skies in unsuspecting Kiev. Thousands dead! Thousands flee! screams the raving West but who can say for sure? And the rain runs red... Life goes on in the green Ukraine oblivious to the noise that has no sound and the smoke that has no fire. In a forest of silence a seed will fall to sprout from the deadly ground hideous vines that choke the earth and swallow the flowers that hide in the grass. Pravda. Truth. All is under control. What serpents await our Adam and Eve When the truth becomes a lie? (Previously published in Wired Art from Wired Hearts, Oct - Nov, '99)