They didn’t know it,
but there were hazmat buildings
right next to an elementary school.
We were separated by a deep ravine
and trees that I was told
couldn’t be removed
without biohazard gear,
the branches so infected
that you could break them open
and a devil made entirely made of snow
would pop out.
Through a small clearing
I found a spot
where I could see the elementary school
looking like a romantic comedy film star
sunning on a boring Tuesday.
I screamed to it
but it didn’t listen.
I turned around
and went back in the building
where I was told
I would be exposed to radiation
whether I liked it or not.
editors note: We may bloom toxic now, but half-life is forever. – mh clay