Flight of Enola Gay

FLIGHT OF ENOLA GAY Will you tell us tomorrow where we're going, Enola Gay? There's so much more we wanted to say. But there's no time for sorrow, we'll enjoy time that's left, Though we know our time ended yesterday. We could tell you the story, but no body understands, Nagasaki, Hiroshima, distant lands. It's not clear what we're doing, but we're pursueing it all wrong, It's a madness and I'll leave it in your hands. Nagasaki sadness. Hiroshima madness. Colorado Rocky Mountain High. Are they worth pursueinig all the things we're doing? I don't know and it's too late for us to wonder why. Enola Gay, on silver wings What is it now, that your love brings us High above, your spirit flies, and dumps your load in Fukushima skies. poetry by veebdosa