My Reading of Poem
An August Day in 1945 Remembered
Hell hath no fury like a “Little Boy” scorned
Inch by inch he wreaks havoc
Raining neutrons and protons
Origami fireballs, radiate over
Scorched earth- a leukemic
Holocaust erases generations,
Immolates Rising Sun worshippers,
Melts the skin of an emperor’s children-
Another day, another bombing run.
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