Michiko would never know the strange creature that opened its bowels that day, was named Enola Gay
she would remember the fine feel of the water on her face, the taste of tea she had with her pears, and the odor of chrysanthemums through her window
the same window through which her mother would stare, there, at the morning sky at the smothering smoke of all creation
her brother was left a shadow on a wall, nothing left at all of her father who stood at ground zero
Michiko, only double digits the day before would follow her mother down the long road to the smoldering fires and scorched skin and the stalking stench of the dead
on the path, along the way but only that day,Β Michiko would see the black giant growing in the summer sky a magnet to her eye
more beautiful than all the sweet flesh and shrines that fed it a billion years in an instant that August morn
The atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima 70 years ago today