MY POEM TODAY IS A SET OF HAIKUS YOKED TO OBJECTIFY THE HORRIFYING EXPERIENCE OF THE USE OF THE FIRST ATOMIC BOMB AS AN INSTRUMENT OF WAR. On August 6, 1945, The American War Plane Enola Gay dropped the Atomic Bomb that the US invented and approved by President Truman to be dropped on the Japanese City to purportedly end World War II. What an end it was. Might this happen again?
HIROSHIMA: YOKED HAIKUS
(For all the Victims of War, Lest We Forget)
...
It was easy to
let the Big Boy go, Enola
Gay, it simply killed.
No, not just bodies,
But a country's broken soul:
Ruptured, killed, kaput.
Slay the children,
Memories cannot perish.
They remain alive.
It is sepuku,
Harakiri, and all that
too, stemming war.
Incinerate all
children and otosans too,
stop this damn war.
It goes on to kill
more in old Nagasaki
while damn Yankees cheer.
Hiroshima, we
still mourn for human cruelty
that came as a cloud.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
August 6, 2015
The story behind LIFE photographer Alfred Eisenstaedt's image of a mother and child in the wasteland of 1945 Hiroshima:
let the Big Boy go, Enola
Gay, it simply killed.
No, not just bodies,
But a country's broken soul:
Ruptured, killed, kaput.
Slay the children,
Memories cannot perish.
They remain alive.
It is sepuku,
Harakiri, and all that
too, stemming war.
Incinerate all
children and otosans too,
stop this damn war.
It goes on to kill
more in old Nagasaki
while damn Yankees cheer.
Hiroshima, we
still mourn for human cruelty
that came as a cloud.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
August 6, 2015
The story behind LIFE photographer Alfred Eisenstaedt's image of a mother and child in the wasteland of 1945 Hiroshima:
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