The second of the One-Two fell in the form
of "Fat Man" from the blue bottle bomber,
"Bock's Car", bursting at 2000 feet
over Nagasaki, itself a secondary target:
the city, possessing Japan's largest
concentration of Christians, bundled together
like a nerve terminus in the wrist, awaited
with the gentiles, the white nail from above.
No time for a place-of-skulls drama in that
hurricane of blue and white flash; a scorching
of the crowded sea of roofs; a loosing of
a pulsing cloud of unseen, sterile seedlings;
an implanting in the unborn genetic codes:
a fish-limbed and tiny skulled vengeance.
Both just and unjust beneath the pattering
black rain oily tears from a torn sky.
"Shu Jesusu, awaremi tamai!"*
*("Our Lord Jesus, have pity on us!")