Little Boy & Fat Man

Once a Sun created.
A Sun much greater than our own

A Sun with only purpose;

One:

A deadly Star 

Made for our own

To murder,

To destruct,

A Little Boy once greater than it's ancestor

A Star man-made

To evaporate the dreams

'after a war already lost'

But taken lightly it was;

A second one 

A Fatter one

The island litt up twice, 

For good;

The Living now is dead,

The Dreaming buried next,

The hope was lost

Rebuild to last,

The Afterthought wasn't hurting less.