The windowless lead building
Shields our eyes from the failures of the past
Mounds of radium abandoned
Black projects forgotten and
Well kept secrets in bunkers
Coiled like miles of intestines
Storage closets for some future war
Carcinogenic half-lives on city streets
Where mothers push baby carriages
Halve the lives of all
That waved flags at that parade in 1968
That applauded the modern marvels
Now relics of the 1963 World’s Fair
The landscape littered with rusting exoskeletons
Leftovers from the first Cold War
Like unburied dead lie rotting
To inspire children’s imagination
And warn generations to come.
Our milk white bones glowing against the night sky.
And one day years later we will fall into the dust
The latest of its victims and we will only blame ourselves.