the disaster cycle
has gone the distance, the wheels fell off,
the news is limited,
soundbites are temporary creatures,
attention spans are squat and stunted,
thoughts move to more graspable
we can only take so much on board,
radioactivity hangs around
for an ADHD society,
powers that B
wait for us to forget,
they’re counting on it,
for business as usual.
Note: A wrote this poem a few months after the Fukushima earthquake.
You can pop over to the blog of beeblu to read a very moving poem she has written for this anniversary.