All the trees were dead on Mulberry Street
No one cared
No one noticed
No one recognized the difference
Fingers of wood frozen pointing panicked skywards like knives hung suspended-motion upside down from the ceilings of remote caves.

I give up - her breath was frozen in the midnight air spotlit with white, it turned a different color instantly irradiated as the bombs fell. No one cared. I give up.
And if I could do it all again I would.

She doesn’t want to hear the wheedling carry-on, how I can cover with excuses and false promises the plain absence of love.

She gave up when I did
She gave in when I did
Oh, how she did.

Now I know how it felt
On that bridge in the Ukraine
The night the flakes fell
When it wasn’t scheduled to snow.
Now I know how it felt
When the star landed
In Hiroshima
With its endless heat
And all that glow,
Baby,
Glow.

Stark relief.
Stark relief.
The chance to start again.

Drop the bombs,
Love is dead,
Drop the bombs,
Bombs away.