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Enola Gay

1 min lectură·20 martie 2004

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Poor old Enola Gay

How?d you like to be named this way

then spend unrest in a widows grave?

Please to Saints, protect her there

she holds the Devil?s name in error

and bears the fury of hells barrage

as the model on a fuselage

Four walls wrath tenfold in suns

points straight to where the deeds were done

now fission eyeslits fallout dreams

fill her rest with acid screams

one hundred thousand vapor cries

swim in her bones and gnaw her thighs

ten thousand mangled shoeless trikes

inch quiet towards her playground strikes

one thousand geisha silkworms spin

kimono death songs for her kin

one hundred fathers hari

kari the pain

and march deaths army

towards her name

ten elders in memory

live

Enola Gay

whom they can?t forgive

II.

Who was that nameless bombardier

or captain brave who steered them clear

from flak filled slanted bullet eyes

that took their bombers to our skies?

Who armed the boy cold

in the bombers womb

now sleeps in Harry?s

hero tomb?

Which general gave the last command

to glass the beaches of Japan?

Whose science was she unaware

when Enola woke the world in scare?

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Jason A. Loveall. “Enola Gay.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/jason-a-loveall/poezie/67291/enola-gay

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