Walking on the edge of this deadly
Measuring every step, every breath
our eyes
our hands
our feet
What happens if I
cliff
A radioactive puddle of all sorrows.
Port Hope, no hope
An endless, useless search
Port Hope
gauze
subtract
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?