by Alan Catlin
earthquake buckled roads
that will never be repaired,
power lines down, second floor
high water marks after the great
wave on houses coded with half-
lives; the only living presence
here: toxic crops, stray dogs,
infected cattle. The future is
now in this unoccupied zone,
there will be no reclamation,
no restorations. Near the plant,
radiation readings too high to
calculate; just beyond the melting
down reactors, a dead sea glows,
a surrealist painter’s sunset.
Alan Catlin has published numerous chapbooks and full length books of poetry and prose. Pygmy Forest Press is publishing the collected "Deep Water Horizon" poems.
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