Soldier Boy, Stop Talking With The Dead
I visited Chernobyl, once
I think it was a dream
Or maybe I just hope so
If it was
That's a fucked up thing to show a kid
My father said he had family in Pripyat
I hugged an aunt I never got to meet
She looked just like my father did
when he was her age
She told me I was a sweet, soldier boy
I hadn't known I was a boy yet
but it made my heart flutter the same
Vikya, I think she called herself
Aunt Vikya apologized and whispered
"Đelka, listen," her poisoned corpse, lovely and fair,
warned
"You must march on. No matter how much you feel."
That's when I woke up, I think
Or maybe the radiation just got to me
I visited Chernobyl, once
Dream or not, it hurt
I saw too many corpses who looked like me
Who looked like my father's and sister's
They were so kind
It broke my heart to kill them again