The last vestige
of catastrophe
is the open wound
which refuses to heal.
Meltdown in slow motion,
it cannot be allowed
room to breathe.
Domes of rebar,
abandoned forest,
crumbling infrastructure,
and red tape
keeps only the corium
contained.
We all feel
the open secret lingering
in the air,
falling all around us
like snow.
The truth is so plainspoken,
so brash as it stares you in the face
yet no one can do a thing
but trudge on with their lives.
If you dig too deep
and get to the bottom,
you will only find
what you knew was true all along.
An immovable object,
giving off irresistible forces,
leaves its indelible marks
in silence.
The File Pile 