Five Hours In the No Go Zone

In forty kilometers squared They’re killing livestock in Japan. Atomic refugees, though scared, return just to grab what they can in the five hours they’re allowed before leaving their homes for good, look sadly at the farms they’ve plowed and mourn their poisoned neighborhood. Still searching for family lost at the funeral homes each day, they haven’t realized the cost or the price that they still must pay. Fukushima’s apology means little while they sort debris.