A profound and stirring poem.

Penny Walker

cumulus swells

buildings fold and fall towers grown from

mushroom clouds of hydrogen mythic cites fill the

skies hover ethereal above the sand shimmering mirages of heat

and dust motes swirl downward coat the rubble in grey snow

slow moving automatons flaming bright or ashen stagger

trees topple like rows of nine pins

corrosive rain abrades

roaring silence



3 thoughts on “Hiroshima

  1. Calah says:

    I recently visited Hiroshima and the Peace Memorial Museum. This poem stirs up all the emotions I felt walking through the exhibits.


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