Wormwood moments never complete

Takes so long for radiation to deplete

In a Spring’s chill, Russia in April 1986

The beginning of endless pick up sticks

Meltdown core in chain reaction

Black out failure in a second’s distraction

Death walks the streets maybe forever

In the dreary go round of this ever winter

From Russia with love as we all radiate

The unspoken challenges as they contaminate

Not to over dramatize the portrayal

But the nine days of updrafts were our betrayal

Broken dream seams burst as we have time enough to die

Pray for the mothers who ran out of time enough to cry