I see the flash,
The sky burns bright,
I stare for a second,
I see clouds vaporised,
In the last seconds of my life.

My eyes dissolve,
Evaporating like water,
the sockets now blackened and empty,
Where I once saw sight.

Flesh burns flaking off the bone,
The flash so bright,
My shadow is burnt on to the ground below.

Flesh turned to ash,
Blown away in the blast,
With such force,
The shock wave knocks my soul,
To the heavens in it fiery blast.

Buildings topple,
blown apart,  
Tree,s burn like match sticks,
The dead litter the ground.

Like dead snow,
Ash from the scorched floats around,
This mushroom that has the power of the sun,
If only for a moment,
This killer
That is called a nuclear bomb.