Eight Fifteen

 

Eight Fifteen

Its epicentre at two hundred metres above target Hiroshima’s

T shaped river bridge obliterates buildings in temperatures more

than sun hot, vaporises unsuspecting human fodder before they even hear

an explosion, creates cyclonic winds of mass destruction, crystallises

roof tiles and remnant brick, warps and distorts

massive iron bank shutters

paints perfect people shadows

on city centre flagstones

scorches garden earth

propels screeching

atomic glass shard

missiles

ripping flesh

from the lucky ones

almost out

of harm’s way

inescapable heat

blistering

bloating

bodies

invisible radiation

mutating

minds

of generations

future bred

unavoidable

museum memories

trapped

in a pocket watch

stopped

at eight fifteen

 

 

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