Mushroom Cloud
An early August morning
A day like any other
beginning for many
ending for thousands
Enola Gay released and
Little Boy was on his descent
Exploding above earth
at eight sixteen am
Burning, killing, obliterating
instantly
His mushroom cloud
rising back towards the sky
Quickly spreading outwards
Continuing his destruction
Warnings, given
Believed, perhaps
Doubted, likely
Heeded, not
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
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Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with "Mushroom" and encouraged us to
use it however we wish.
This poem is about the dropping of the
Atomic Bomb on Hiroshima, Japan on August 6, 1945
Photo courtesy of Live Science
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