the meltdowns

they
are three mile island.
human meltdowns.
the red flag
warns you, the siren too,
the tingle
down your spine
tells you,
to stay back.
keep your distance
or you will
be consumed by the toxic
fumes,
the radioactive
fallout that clicks
crazy on
the counter.
put your helmet on,
your shiny
space suit with the long
silver gloves.
close the door
behind you. keep them
where they need to be,