ones who carry the weight of the sun

Faceless job, circling,
un-Enola Gay fliers,
Fukushima bound.

“No morality
in war” Tibbets said.
No sentiment

in business; just a
Geiger Counter
and the fragile ground.

To force the body
not to flee — who remembers
Chernobyl, mon

amour? 5.6
roentgens per second. “Off scale.”
Telyatnikov

received his medal
for bravery, two others,
posthumously. Four,

the number that burned?
Down’s syndrome up — Germany.
Deer racing from the

red forest. Cost of
oil wars or black lung. None
costless. Know us, then, we

breathing women, men,
pouring sea water over
Icarus, the sun.

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