CARE

Walking on the edge of this deadly
Measuring every step, every breath

our eyes
our hands
our feet

What happens if I

With no

A radioactive puddle of all sorrows.
Port Hope, no hope
An endless, useless search

We are floating here in

We can’t breathe here in the ruins of the displaced

wrapped around

With

Will I keep floating? or will I drown?

you from me?