Hiroshima

• It was sixty years ago today
  Oh how I wish it were never,
  When we destroyed the city
  To save the world.
  
  The sky in Hiroshima
  Dark and then gone
  Raised up ash
  And left to the winds of war.
  
  The people there,
  Were surprised that another people
  Could carry the scythe of death so ably.
  We did.
  
  And we won.
  And danced away our guilt,
  Whirling like dervishes to cleanse ourselves.
  
  The people of Hiroshima look for answers.
  We cannot help them,
  For we know no questions.
  
  Joe Postove