Death's vast, heavy cloak,
muffled in pale, stark landscapes
where only dolls hear.
The true wrenching toll
silenced by corrupt digits
that make stray ghosts choke.
Such tragedy stains
the ether, casting shadows
into forever.
In honour of those who died and are still dying from the effects of Chernobyl, of which the statistics are as mutated as the wildlife and nature left behind.
Poetry©Words Among Trees
Images - from Google
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