In Fukashima prefecture
In the land of zones
Where only ghosts walk
The living venture little
Everything lies fixed about
Strewn when alarms sounded
And earthquakes came
A town quickly condemned
Quakes ceased the reactor
But not its heated decay
A tsunami quelled safeguards
Circulating engines drowned
Doom was a fated meltdown
The air, land and sea poisoned
Time in the towns stopped
Fled fast, fears confronted
Nature bears no mind to men
Nor their follies made clear
And scolds them by her might
Oblivious to their absence
The earth tries to wash away
But there is no ease there
Streets awash run off below
To the land made so very ill
The watersheds trace afar
To the ocean's brim untended
That magnifies the insult made
Dispersing disease cureless
What was so instantaneous
Will demand eons to pacify
Lives forever changed still
A stasis uncertain unluring
Between Futuba and Okuma
Lie black plastic mounds many
As if an ancient burial ground
Where radioactive niavety lay
In the winds of nuclear change
Stand arowed and segregated
Order in the advent of disorder
An unnatural memorial lasting