These past few days have been filled with remembrance for me. I’ve been reading and writing about the A-bomb, Hiroshima, Nagasaki. Also yesterday was the one year anniversary of the death of Mike Brown and the beginning of the Black Lives Matter movement. During the protests yesterday, there was another shooting. There are more protests today. There is currently a State of Emergency. You can read about it here.
Here is one of the poems I wrote about Hiroshima, after reading the 1946 New Yorker 31,000 word article by John Hersey:
HIROSHIMA by Sandra de Helen
He reaches to pull her into the
boat by her arm. Her skin comes
off like an elbow-length glove.
The morning sky is clear, the day will be
hot and dry. A perfect morning for dropping
Little Boy. My plane is Enola Gay, named for my
Mom back in Quincy.
I put my sewing machine in the concrete basin filled
with water for safety. I am watching my neighbor when
the world flashes white and I am flying through the air
pursued by a shower of timber and tiles.
At the Red Cross Hospital one doctor is uninjured. He
attends ten thousand patients for more than three days
with only one hour’s sleep, as thousands die and pile up.
Are you writing protest poetry about #blacklivesmatter? Remembrance poetry? What is on your mind today?