In Memorium...

"Forgive us Hiroshima, Forgive us Nagasaki..."

--Deflowering the chrysanthemum

Here is a bit of verse scribbled at the audio board this evening.


What is coming?
I asked of the sky
No thought that blue
Could ever reply
But countless birds
Away did fly
       "Something comes"

What is coming?
I asked again
And felt the brush
Of Insistent wind
Pursuing a path
The Avians winged
       "Something Comes"

What is coming?
I asked of the sun
The air grown hot
To blister my tongue
Flesh to ash
In a flash, done
       Something has come

Yet I remain
My ghost, my bone
Remembered this day
In memorial stone
Etched in apology
I've no right to own

Something has come
...and gone
       May it not be forgotten


ELAshley
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Of course, factually, birds were incinerated in flight, and no wind rushed save those winds atomic, and those that held Enola above the fray.