short sight and a lesson never learned.
Thirty years gone, a thousand square miles. Short sight and a lesson never learned. A handful of people remain, elderly mostly. Workers, too.
Carefully monitored, they say. Can we trust what they tell us? Should we? All signs point to the negative. Dead cities and town surround. But they call this energy “clean.”
Short sight and a lesson never learned because it has and will happen again. Three Mile Island, before; Fukushima, after. Indian Point waiting patient for its turn. Greed is at the heart of this all.
Those who benefit will never really see, never really feel the effects of their fruit. It is always the poor, the old, the worker, and the child.
There is wind and water from which they can draw, but they never do. It will cost too much, they say. Too many jobs will be lost, they say. And so we wait.
It is said that life will find a way and I see that. In mutated forms, soil, trees, and bodies saturated with the pulse of radiation. I see Cancer as a form of life, too. Do you?
Decay, paint peeled walls. A little girl reaching for a button she will never touch.
Short sight and a lesson never learned.