68 years ago Hiroshima became the first city to be targeted by an atomic weapon.
The Last Song
I am a shadow on the wall.
My memoir- that you read now-
Is but a product of someone else’s imagining
But my story is true.
It is a love story…
…or, rather, a love song…
When you opened your mouth
It was not words that came out
It was music:
A melody, pitched above the baritone drone
Of propellers and engines overhead,
A melody pitched beneath
The air raid sirens.
I took you in my arms and embraced you.
It was music- not words-
And your smile filled the sky
And all was saturated in white light.
A moment passed, imperceptibly.
The white light- a flash-
And there was nothing but you
You and I
Bigger than war
Bigger than war and death and God.
But what I saw was not you before me.
Just an image burned on my retina.
I was clutching at a shadow when the shockwave hit
Turning my bones to dust and ash.