Another scenic panorama
In the rocky mountain area
Bikers ease along winding paths
Here at the Wildlife Park
Where the Chinook winds
Sough from the south
Driving a bit of smog from the
Onto the super hydrated air
Of the Platte River
And it drifts.
Up to all the Fort named cities.
Fort Collins, Fort Lupton, Fort Morgan, Fort Vrain
Not much has changed over 10 decades
but the winds’ contents.
Millions of Denverites
In our lungs and throats
That show up like stars on xrays
Same as the way the plutonium showed on infrared
From Rocky Flats. The name itself incongruous.
A silent agreement within the 3 million citizens
If We don’t speak of it
It never existed.
Yet 200 plutonium laced fires erupted in 15 years
not one of us
Many lost to the radioactive stars.
Just six feet below the grazing deer.
13,000 tons of nuclear waste
Are brought up bit by bit by time and prairie dogs
who tunnel at 8 feet and lower
The soil reads at 650 pico-curies there.
higher than any nuclear test site in the world.
It will for 100,000 years or so.
I live 80 miles from there.
I feel safe. I feel sad. for the earth.
A pop bottle rolls across my feet
As a southern storm brings a rising wind
my pico-curies heart
Stares as it rolls past
Into the beleaguered Platte.
Full Body Burden: Growing up in the nuclear shadow of rocky flats by Kristen Iversen