A little obscure but I was inspired by a picture of a man in the rubble in a small town, Namie, within the nuclear exclusion zone in Japan. In the foreground is a coffee shop sign: My Fit Lema.
My Fit
Lemur
We're
two years in,
And
still no Spring.
The
Matsuri resurrected,
New P.Ms
elected.
While
cast aside,
I did
not die,
But in
the shadows reside:
Me and
my fit lemur;
A social
stigma,
That
marks me out,
As
contaminated.
This
time no allies,
But our
own side.
Were we
decieved,
Or did
we fail to believe?
There
is no leak.
Even as
the hydrogen exploded,
As our
futures corroded,
That
dice was loaded.
With two
years gone,
The
world's moved on.
But as
the ghost towns sit,
Making
the country sick,
On
radiation and the bitter row,
Over
what to do now.
Remember:
my lemur and I,
We did
not die.
