Tuesday Poem – “Ukritye”, by Mario Petrucci

(Chernobyl, 1986) Even the robots refuse. Down tools. Jerk up their blocked heads, shiver in invisible hail. Helicopters spin feet from disaster, caught in that upwards cone of technicide – then ditch elsewhere, spill black running guts. Not the Firemen. In rubber gloves and leather boots they walk upright, silent as brides. Uppers begin to …

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