The Factory

Hear me 

young and old

this is a precautionary tale

of why one should listen

read

acknowledge

signs indicating radioactive material.

Little Lance was an adventurer.

He slayed dragons.

He climbed bean stalks.

He swam the warm waters of the Caribbean

with Green Teeth Pirate King.

As he grew

Little Lance

morphed into Big Lance.

He never lost his sense of fun

adventure

or imagination.

The abandoned factory

settled into the ground

an odd piece of mystery

set no where

was a no go zone.

Children are warned to stay away

but all children become teenagers.

Teenagers 

well they ain’t that smart.

Their brains have ceased to fire

only a small portion active….

usually the stupid one.

Big Lance was dared one day

to enter

where no one else had gone….

The Factory.

Standing before

Big Lance gazed around

wondering where he should go first.

He wandered here.

He wandered there.

Stymied by locks

boarded windows

shuttered doors

Big Lance began to worry.

Slowly

the reality began to dawn on him.

He began to backpedal

when he tripped

fell over…..

The windows

(eyes)

opened

flamed red.

The doors

(mouth)

yawned

slime dripping from jagged

ragged teeth.

Big Lance disappeared

(sacrificed)

into

The Factory that day.

December 2/18

Photo by Yonghyun Lee on Unsplash