Poem -

Hiroshima – seventy seven years since August 6th, 1945

Hiroshima – seventy seven years since August 6th, 1945

Given the nuclear weaponry arsenal today
August 6th, 2022, our collective ability
to lay waste major metropolitan areas
would make unleashing atomic warfare
synonymous with the ways and means
to annihilate, decimate, eliminate, et cetera
avast swath of the biosphere, nevertheless...

Once again, I take momentary pause
to contemplate horrific event
regarding unleashed atomic warfare
activating nuclear brinkmanship,
hence time to trot out a poem
written initially some years ago
courtesy yours truly.

Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project", 
a top secret World War II mission,                  
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type
atomic bomb dropped at 0815
exploded 580 metres above civilians
with 15 kiloton blast yield
reduced 400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets,

the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay,
(the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashed nuclear warfare
seventy seven years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration, obliteration...
when the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
pulverized vividly underscores

how trifling my current bout
with dysthymia, hysteria, melancholia...
(from figurative northern exposure
courtesy twin peaks)
contrasted with sinister
thermonuclear reaction
malevolent evil tower ushered
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup d'état nada so graceful
spelled maximum radiation fallout,

viz collateral military mutilation
though unwelcome vision wielded hell,
instantaneous maelstrom poised
mankind to be cured, roasted, skewered
analogous as burnt offerings
subsequent generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only
poorly be described
by this mortal with curable

bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, more-so
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly
than those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties
nine years of age and younger,
whence offspring of survivors

evinced excessive genetic anomalies 
with fiery windy surface
(think towering infernos)
temperatures topping 4,000°C 
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
impressing silhouettes of victims
analogous to dark shadows
amidst razed structural remnants
ground zero birthed sinister mushroom cloud
wickedly, ominously, and eerily loomed.

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.
Poem -

I possess an unusual knack...

I possess an unusual knack for making women bristle

hence immediately this birdman
wishes to escape into his eyrie
or seriously considers joining...

Poem -

Over our collective...

Over our collective figurative eyes commander in chief pulls wool...

because you watch
and see that democracy will unspool
military (intelligent)
...

Poem -

Yours truly like most every...

Yours truly like most every hominid linkedin...

to genus and species of Homo sapiens,
(who trod across oblate spheroid
since time immemorial...

Latest poems in Drama, Epic, Freestyle, Speculative, Tragedy

Poem -

Of Love Letters and...

Of Love Letters and Forbidden Chords

One day the love letter came no more.
The postman did not knock,
neither did a rush of...

Poem -

WHAT CAME FIRST?

WHAT CAME FIRST?

Do they think they're the In Crowd?

The opposite of In is Do Not Enter?

What's with a lot...

Poem -

WE WILL SURVIVE

WE WILL SURVIVE

Do we remember what it was like before?

You could hug your kids everyday...

Sure we were...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com