When out of a clear sky, the bright
Sky over Japan, they tumbled the
death of light,
For a moment, it's said, there was
A dazzle of white, and then dark.
Into the cavernous blackness, as
home to hell,
Agonies crowded; and high above
in the swell
Of the gentle tide of the sky, lucid
Men floated serenely as angels
Note nothing of why or how, enquire
no deeper than you need
into what set these veins on fire,
note simply that they bleed.
Spain fought before and fights again,
better no question why;
note churches burned and popes in pain
but not the men who die.
— The End —