A few words to mark the memory of the 300,000 people killed by nuclear bombs at Hiroshima and Nagasaki 71 years ago.
as if the earth
ripped open by a cataclysm
threw up the ruins of a buried civilization
grim mockery of fate
they were heaved up into elegance
an eerie world screened by drift of smoke
where foliage sprouts from stones purged of superficial elements
and the poems run off the page . . .