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Hiroshima August 6, 1945

By CAPublished 4 months ago Updated 4 months ago 1 min read

to fall like petals from

a flower,

this was our


earthen cloud,

pillar of fire - this is

how we died

the sun glared, bloomed it's brow

we shone as


afire in the shadow

seeping shape of a tree

sweep of man

there, asleep

cloud to stone, bread to bone

time unfurled

down, summer

all but gone

we drank the moon as rain

came, black silk,

silent streams


she looked as if a ghost

along the Ota steps


bathing in stolen time

the edge-hills a blank stare

a moonlight now failing

her mind a shadow, silk

digging in

before the atoms split

before the suns heat hit

she was gone


acrid coats of children

bundled books

ablaze in

choc'late and chewing gum.

desire nothing until

war is won

- ca

(Background photo by Beau Swierstra from Unsplash.)

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"Tell all the truth but tell it slant" - Emily Dickinson.

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  • CA (Author)4 months ago

    Background photo by Beau Swierstra from Unsplash.

  • CA (Author)4 months ago

    This is a poem I've revisited since 2017. The images of it shrinking, growing, changing form.

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