the twig snapped between thumb and finger a tree died limbless leafless and dead-rooted the birds will not sing from broken branches green refused to sway or rustle in the wind and all the people sheltered burned to a crisp beneath the canopy of a disintegrated forest nuclear wrangling they pressed another button and this time they signed it goodbye godbless you
A Priest blessed the bomb that wiped out Hiroshima ... years later he realised and recounted what he had done.