Aleksey Shkarpov

Fire, radiation, all svirepeli,
Boiled graphite, nice guys burned ...
And the zone of silence was.
Giving rise to an unknown era.
Welcome to fight against evil.
Tirelessly knocked on every door
Fourth block fault.
Bounced an arrow in the Swedish appliance -
In Europe, an alarm went
Off scale planetary grief ...
And the zone of silence was.
Already a cloud of poisonous vapor,
Going down, touched the ground,
And people in Norovle yards, sidewalks
Yet for the May aground.
Raced to fresh grass, cattle,
The passing meadow from the village.
Rolled away from Kiev limousines ...
And the zone of silence was.

Vladimir Veremeichik. Poems about Chernobyl