Vile Date 6th and 9th August 1945
Yesterday's date trickled through
Frazzled mind, outdated lottery ticket
Limp in worn out wallets of Time.
Winning it was Death.
Gossamer thin memoirs skin thin
Leaves of human lives
agony burning silk dermis frying genes
Sublime breath into fierce steam
Temperature of million suns
Turned them to shadows.
The mushroom ate obstructing atoms.
Tissues and organs below flesh.
Woman vaporised to shadow on
The banks of Ota river.
A man pulling a push cart now silhouetted
On the ground. The wheel casts its image
On a wall. The fury of neutrons in motion.
No! No! No!
Memory howls, bring out candles, commemorate
The dates of inhuman bonfires that humans made.
Atrophy time itself, flying into dangerous domains
Precision guided missiles of pain, necessary evil
Enola gay, beings claiming humanity. praying
Before dropping demon bombs.
In
Toyshops of destruction, snarling death we choose
To bomb mutilation, genocidal rain
On men, women, and children.
The air calm, world afloat under blue skies
Little Boy, then Fat Man descended.
For generations to come...memorials to
The invincible atoms of our soul split
Irrevocably, violently, splinched into
Infinite aberrations.
Mushrooming clouds over tombs
Of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Living legends of collective fall
From grace.
Colossal cruelty of crocodiles
And praying mantises.
Real evil. No banality.
No myth, no mercy.
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© Amrita Valan 2014
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