August 6th 1946
When out of a clear sky, the bright
Sky over Japan, they tumbled the
death of light,
For a moment, it’s said, there was
brilliance sword-sharp,
A dazzle of white, and then dark.
Into the cavernous blackness, as
home to hell,
Agonies crowded; and high above
in the swell
Of the gentle tide of the sky, lucid
and fair,
Men floated serenely as angels
disporting there.
