Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 7, 2015

Daily missive for Friday the 7th of August.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Friday the 7th of August.

Seventy years on.
There is no H in bomb.

There is no forgetting,
Even without the flash.
The mushroom
Expanding ever higher
Consuming all that was good
In the fertile soil.
The meaning of clouds
Changed that day.
Even the rain
That has since fallen
Carries a hint of death.
People in fear
Of every breath,
Drowning in free falling acid.
Green house gases
Fogging up the lenses
Of rose coloured glasses,
Lest we ever forget
The fear
We see in the eyes
Of the dying.
Grainy images caught
In black and white,
As they run
The wind at their back
Soon overtakes them.
A race no human
Could ever hope to win.
The pickle is out
Of the jar.
A fine mess
That will not
Go back in.
Remember the many
Along with the few
Who did not fall
On that day,
And the host
That came after.
Their souls now legion.
They are ghostly spirits.
Shadows in the mystic,
They are the cast
Of a drama
Played out as a cloud
That one day soon
May choose
To fall as rain
All over you.


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