Lay for the Day 6th
just after eight oclock on this Monday morning, a B29 Superfortress
bomber of the United States Army Air Forces, bearing the name Enola
Gay, released a single bomb over Hiroshima, a Japanese city of about
340,000 people. The bomb had been nicknamed Little Boy, to
distinguish it from the much larger device, Fat Man, which
was already prepared to drop on another city, Nagasaki.
the bomb exploded 2,000 feet above the ground, 66,000 of Hiroshimas
inhabitants died almost instantaneously, and a further 69,000 were injured.
the end of 1945, the death toll had reached 140,000. By
a conservative estimate Little Boy ended 200,000 lives.
Boy Thinks Again
Im taking back the fire,
faces, recondensing eyeballs
and returning the leaves to the tree.
Bone, bricks and timber reassembled
and flame and ashes sifted together
to remake paper the breath of the sun
indrawn I can suck back the first fragments
of steel to clamp down and stifle.
Now to divide the critical mass.
Holding the two pieces firmly
I ascend gently on my parachute
which collapses in a moment like a flower
folding and recramming itself into the seed
before I hop back in the belly
and snuggle between my fastenings. There.
Now you can take me home.
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