Splash
There’s a small lake in the center of Hanoi,
you need a guide to find it;
the tail of a B-52 bomber lies, still; there,
50 years or more:
shot out of the night sky,
and fell its tons, while red hot metal announced
its glowing heavy arrival
people were eating, around, and the mass
and the weight emptied the small lake of fish
and most of the water
what a splash!
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