no bombs here

No bombs here I walked ashore in Nagasaki  traces of the bomb had gone the dead buried the maimed packed away  no one wanted to talk about the bomb Nagasaki had many shops  I bought a kimono made of silk the beautiful shop assistant didn't know about The bomb she giggled and covered her lovely hands, she found me amusing   Hiroshima, the world knows  about, we have seen the pictures Nagasaki, overlooked  I looked for a key ring, to find a symbol of the past, say,  A golden bomb on a bluish sky found none, but bought  a key holder with a green  stone, no, not a diamond I bought a tiny radio also  from a shop where they  said: we don't talk about the bomb