Hiroshima

Trees of charcoal
Sway in the hot summer sun
Grounds scorched with pain

And children's faces are painted with streaks of ash

Loud noises of moans and groans arises
As each person walks barefoot

Over the rubble that pierces at their skin

Trails of blood then follow

As each of them stare ghostly into the darkness
Against the gray sky




Poem written in 2000