I was one of the eight hundred thousand liquidators.
We were sent in to clean up the radiation
and
the rest of the mess. We went in a convoy of buses.
They gave us overalls and surgical masks.
We shovelled all the radiated rubbish and wreckage
and contaminated earth into huge pits and poured
They gave us overalls and surgical masks.
We shovelled all the radiated rubbish and wreckage
and contaminated earth into huge pits and poured
cement
over the top of it. We worked very fast
in
relays. It was hard to breathe in the masks
so
we just wore them around our necks. It was hot, so hot.
We took off our shirts and kept shovelling.
It felt like my blood was being sucked out of me.
When a worker began to bleed from his nose
We took off our shirts and kept shovelling.
It felt like my blood was being sucked out of me.
When a worker began to bleed from his nose
he
was sent away to hospital;
when
someone collapsed on his shift or afterwards
he
was sent home immediately.
I
just wanted to keep going. I wanted to do my duty,
to
hold out as long as I could. We joked around
and
worked hard to clean up all that radiation.
After seven months they gave us a certificate
and one hundred rubles as
a bonus. After seven months they gave us a certificate

this is great, Myron
ReplyDeleteThank you, Efi. The Chornobyl poems are very challenging. I have written drafts for eight of them so far; I fear that some of them are merely lists of information, rather than poetry.
DeleteExtraordinary poem and image. What courage!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sue. Yes, they were martyrs. Nobody told them the work they were doing was so fatally dangerous.
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