Radium Girls aren’t a band or a movie.
Radium Girls aren’t sweet or tart.
Radium Girls stalk streets by starlight;
Radium Girls lick their brushes sharp.
Radium Girls don’t beg your rations,
Steal your change or bum your cigs.
Radium Girls wear bright-glowing watches,
Calico dresses and shiny wigs.
Radium Girls are dead, or dying;
The Girls have all got used to that.
Radium Girls have learned to make
Their footsteps silent, quick and flat.
Radium Girls stalk boys who have secrets.
Radium Girls gnaw their fingers sharp.
Radium Girls don’t sleep anymore,
And their jawbones glow in the dark.