World War II - Hiroshima
Midtown river, hundreds of bodies floating Hirosahima, years ago.
hiroshima day . . . the acid smile of clouds
Robert D. Wilson
Remains of a morning
his reading glasses dusty but without a scratch scholar's monument
the weight of Hiroshima
what her hands carried the weight of the world in one small package
shadows on a wall cast by empty black ruins all that remain
too hot for miso! he pushes it aside that August morning
Beneath the sun in a bare forest the bald child
dark August clouds--- looking up Hiroshima on the map
Hiroshima Day--- the reason why we must keep talking
Hiroshima Day--- a Japanese ballerina dances on pointe
where do I put the accent— Hiroshima
little girl, carrying her burned brother toward nowhere.
near the epicenter, a surviving student touches charred limbs.
August 6-- my father does not say good morning
overnight sprouts black scabby burned hives of hatred hiroshima mushrooms
-- thomas fortenberry
Hiroshima the shadow of a tree in the old wall
a bowl partly filled with breakfast's miso soup all that remains -8:16 am
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