No.4 Reactor

We hid from radioactive rainfall just a couple of days after, boastful each raindrop a wheeled poison claymore what cost, a disaster like Chernobyl? We see Ferris wheels stopped, timeless and still, a tellers-till surrounded by gas masks in the ghost town of Pripyat's dead dunghill that hi-tech city; now its epitaphs- are empty litter-free quiet pavements? An abandoned amusement park that sees a new kind of tourism on hiatus to that: No.4 Reactor like honeybees for that one cool cold exclusion-zone-glimpse of where the Elephant's Foot lies, exists. Look, they walk laughing towards that abyss hoping their skin doesn't burst out in cysts what cost, a disaster like Chernobyl? Tourist numbers-up 50,000 rising - year on year this now a profiteering ambrosial -radioactive world, this new-frontier it makes my heart sear like flesh on a grill. The absence of sanity - reflection, humour, barbarity out-for-a-frill looking at the horror the abjection of a post-apocalyptic wasteland, with not a single living soul in sight just some large aluminum spacecraft awaiting its first and last, maiden flight.