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Contaminated

After a while it becomes routine

swabs, bandages, testing water, bathing eyes

 

Fields are full of green parrots today

rows of birds on wires stretching like licorice

 

It’s unpredictable, seepage from reactors

you can almost see them dashing around

 

brandishing their heavy particles

 

What choice do you have?

your tongue burns with thirst

 

As between green parrots you search

for helicopters who do not come

 

You remember an old Maori story about

those Polynesians, thousands of miles in log canoes

 

to survive they became cannibals

 

You’d think they could have fished or eaten

green parrots, waiting for food parcels

 

to drop from helicopters who do not come

 

Civilization they call it, wires stretching like

licorice, testing water, bathing eyes

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