Living in Hiroshima
A morning in Hiroshima
In August of the year
I walk towards a tower
with battered walls and naked steel.
The dome is open to the sky
The walls have crumbled down
All else around had been laid waste
This was the zero ground.
In that river there were bodies
burned beyond recall.
Thousands dead around here
And scarce a standing wall
An involuntary Shiva
A chill creeps down my spine
One bomb destroyed this city
A monster born of mind..
We gather to remember-
The mayor says some words
Silence, a bell ringing,
sounds a warning to this world.
If the destroyer comes again
With his thousand suns
We'll die in our Hiroshimas
with Victory for none.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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