lapsus_deus (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lapsus_deus) wrote,@ 2005-03-08 19:28:00 |
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Marci: Sojourn to the Waste City
Some part of me wanted to go out towards where the nearest bomb went off. The part of me that rubbernecks after car accidents. I took the car and headed towards the old city. The Waste City.
The skyline was gone. I could see from the highway that the buildings had just been obliterated. As I got to the outskirts of the city I started seeing that the walls toward ground zero had all been bleached, by the flash from the bomb I suppose.
Getting closer I could see fire damaged buildings. It looked like just about anything soft and exposed to the flash caught fire. I saw burned out skeletons of buildings that used to be homes and stores and city things.
There were bodies. The smell was incredible, death stinks like rancid pork chops. As I got closer to the city, keeping my eye on the Geiger counter, I had to get out of the car, the rubble was too dense.
I got as close to ground zero as I dared. I found bodies closer to the center that had been turned to black ash. I couldn't help but think you could play a sick game of chess with the white-ash people found in Pompeii and the black ash victims of the bombs.
There really was nothing left. Nothing to find, nothing to salvage, nobody to save. I have to say I was happy to come home to find geese on the barbeque for dinner.
Some part of me wanted to go out towards where the nearest bomb went off. The part of me that rubbernecks after car accidents. I took the car and headed towards the old city. The Waste City.
The skyline was gone. I could see from the highway that the buildings had just been obliterated. As I got to the outskirts of the city I started seeing that the walls toward ground zero had all been bleached, by the flash from the bomb I suppose.
Getting closer I could see fire damaged buildings. It looked like just about anything soft and exposed to the flash caught fire. I saw burned out skeletons of buildings that used to be homes and stores and city things.
There were bodies. The smell was incredible, death stinks like rancid pork chops. As I got closer to the city, keeping my eye on the Geiger counter, I had to get out of the car, the rubble was too dense.
I got as close to ground zero as I dared. I found bodies closer to the center that had been turned to black ash. I couldn't help but think you could play a sick game of chess with the white-ash people found in Pompeii and the black ash victims of the bombs.
There really was nothing left. Nothing to find, nothing to salvage, nobody to save. I have to say I was happy to come home to find geese on the barbeque for dinner.
