Into The Red And Back

Such is the convoluted and peculiar nature of it…

There are decades where nothing happens,
And weeks where decades happen,

Just as there are vast swathes of country where nothing happens,
And singular locations where a country’s worth of history happens;

Nobody asked for simultaneous global events,
Successive disasters casting the previous into new perspectives,
But this exquisite geographical coincidence was over the line,
Into the red,
Exceptional against even humanity’s record;

This is the luxury of those of us who survive,
Whom during their own subjective moments can look back on what’s gone, in panoramic view,
Pin it all to an orderly timeline,
Reluctantly weaving these stories;

But nobody asked for a second Chernobyl.


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