Cumulus clouds drifted leisurely across the azure sky. The sun smiled warmly
at the earth and called to the naked perennial trees and bushes, and soft
soil of the earth to propagate. Several bouquets of blended color daffodils
and irises lay upon the graves of Enola and Yuma.
copyright 2014
Lucifer, To The Enola Gay
by Michael R. Burch
Go then,
and give them my meaning
so that their teeming
streets
become my city.
Bring back a pretty
flower—
a chrysanthemum,
perhaps, to bloom
if but an hour,
within a certain room
of mine
where
the sun does not rise or fall,
and the moon,
although it is content to shine,
helps nothing at all.
There,
if I hear the wistful call
of their voices
regretting choices
made
or perhaps not made
in time,
I can look back upon it and recall,
in all
its pale forms sublime,
still
Death will never be holy again.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Penny Dreadful and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: Hiroshima, Enola Gay, atomic bomb, explosion, mushroom cloud, Lucifer, Satan, Devil, chrysanthemum, sun, moon, voices, choices, World War II, war, death, violence, science, power, conflict
It makes you wonder what would have been that day
If the Enola Gay didn't fly to Hiroshima to blast it away
Would the Japanese have surrendered
Before the Russians joined the war as they intended
It might have meant that the Russians would invade
Japan and as their influence there wouldn't fade
And perhaps it would mean that further casualties would occur
As the World War carried on to the final curtain in the score
When Japanese honour was at stake in their hour to defend
Perhaps the Atom Bomb was needed to shock them in the end
But I keep wondering if this Bomb contributed to the Cold War
We will never find out these alternatives in the World score.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Hiroshima’s Little Boy.
Boy shaped memory burnt into stone.
An anonymous shadow of war.
Running forever to a destination unknown.
Hung, suspended, an inch from the floor.
Were you on an errand? Or were you at play?
Helping your mother? Or chasing a friend?
Where were you going when the Enola Gay
birthed death to a community condemned?
American’s shout of the American dream.
Arrogance condensed in a shell.
The price is a thousand innocent screams
and a boys’ silent footsteps through hell.
Is your mother still waiting for you to return?
Did her pained cries match the American cheer?
Did she search rubble as Hiroshima burned
and American pilots sat down for a beer?
Did any American break down and cry?
Did any get upset or annoyed?
Did any care that hollow sockets wept eyes
at the sight of their Little Boy?
How hot was it! We’ll not forget that day,
when high in the clouds, flew the plane
“Enola Gay”
Children made to shadows, melted into brick,
and now in urban cities, still they turn up sick
How hot you are my mother! Your skin so
brittle-black, your caring hand now carbon,
they put you in a sack
Where are you darling children, my wife of
jet black hair?
Vapourized one morning in Nagasaki’s air
And when I hear the drone, of a motor overhead,
I think a million suns, of atomic awesome dread
How hot was it that day!
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HUMAN BEINGS MAN...don't tell me it was necessary!
Couple hundred thousand people obliterated in a few seconds is beyond the realms of scary.
Truman you musta' been sniffin' glue man...you know you didn't need to do it.
I can hear ya' today giving the A-ok to the Enola Gay, "Kill 'em all...men screw it!"
And not only did you pull it once, but you saw the need to do it twice.
It wasn't like the "Little Boy" you deployed landed in a field of rice
No sir, ya' went and sent the "Fat Man" to devastate the city of Nagasaki even faster!
Just three days after the blaze reeking disaster plaster casting Hiroshima in disaster!
Now before ya' good old boys start raisin' yir' voice about December Seven!
Ramblin' off at the mouth racist claims and who is or isn't gonna be in heaven.
Half a century to think about whether or not two wrongs makes a right.
and ya' still can't see the sin in bringin' NUKES instead puttin' two dukes up in the fight?
Are you kidding me? Someone please tell me the rationale in evaporating innocent women and babies.
when the question arises of taking harmless family's lives....the answer is NO...no IFS, ANDS, or MAYBES!
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.
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AC/DC, the rockers from down under
Boston, with Tom Scholz on guitar, sweet thunder
Creedence Clearwater, singing Proud Mary
Deep Purple, from the 70's, rocking and hairy
Eagles, easy listening, bum hugging music
Foreigner, with their Englishman Mick
Gun, from Glasgow, Taking on the World
Heart, from Seattle, just have to be heard
Inxs, singing their Afterglow
Journey, from Frisco, under the Bay Bridge flow
Kiss, in make up, after these Crazy Crazy Nights
Loverboy, from Canada, in concert excite
Marillion, prog rockers singing the lovely Kayleigh
Nazareth, from Scotland, singing Please Don't Judas Me
OMD, with their song Enola Gay
Pink Floyd, just let Emily Play
Queen, without Freddie, but their show went on
Rush, from Toronto, three playing amazing songs
Styx, with Tommy Shaw, their blond blue eyed boy
Thin Lizzy, from Dublin, playing Inverness were a joy
Uriah Heep, named after a character by Dickens
Van Halen, with Eddie, and his guitar rockin lickin
Wishbone Ash, a favourite band of mine
XTC, singing Senses Working Overtime
Yes, with album covers, by Roger Dean
ZZ Tops, singing Legs, those legs need to be seen
I think that what happened was that we all wanted to be Oedipus and possess our mothers.
But because society frowns on such couplings,
we actually sought to BECOME our mothers.
Since only a woman can make a life,
and because our sex is opposite and we lived in a world of men,
in order to be the equal of a woman we had to take life,
And the more the better.
That cycle continued for many generations,
but in the past hundred years I think it has reached its peak at
The Ardennes
Warsaw
Hiroshima
The 38th parallel
Indochina
Haiti
Tiananmen Square
Bosnia
Iraq
At least the gross is up.
The chirping evokes
the poetry of Princess
Shikishi, who logged
deatails in tanka of the
world and its soul as
Enola Gay logged shadows
on walls in Hiroshima
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