Being ‘unvisitable’! When your world becomes an ‘exclusion zone’.
Vlodomir woke today like yesterday And felt no danger in the air, Just like Everyday, he showered in water That would as usual play his body Like an instrument emitting happy Sounds of satisfaction in the same way He was not sure would happen ever more. Chernobyl reactor four blew its winds This way, on this time yesterday. They say Ruin took his house, took his life, made sure no Wife , such as he half hoped might fill his days With care, would come along to ease his doubts That he was no such man his fear to be Sometimes would whisper that was his being. 'No-one would visit me with love again He thought. My life would shrink into a zone From which true loving would be excluded. Radiation kills him slowly, what matter now His body lies shrivelled and embalmed By heat in its own dried evacuated Skin . The borders of his town are now closed, Though Vlodimir doesn't care. Visitors Are Banned. Though who would want to be here now An exclusion zone, a place not visited.
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