Wednesday, April 6, 2016

5.4.16 (#95) Clean Up by Myron Lysenko


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
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
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.


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    1. Thank 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.

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  2. Extraordinary poem and image. What courage!

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    1. Thank you, Sue. Yes, they were martyrs. Nobody told them the work they were doing was so fatally dangerous.

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