- HIROSHIMA, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Image: “Wrecked Blue Car in the Desert Near Madrid, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca 2010, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Wrecked Blue Car in the Desert Near Madrid, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca 2010, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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Dear Ones,
Here is a poem about atom bomb explosions, whether out there in the real world, or just in our hearts …
This account is entirely fictional.
HIROSHIMA
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
17 July 2016
This poem is entirely fictional.
There’s a man I’ve known
for over 30 years
His wife died recently
and he’s a great healer
so I went for a healing session
He ended quickly,
and shooed me away
because of the many
strands of darkness
wafting round
nearby
He loved me all these years
… of course, not like his wife …
but like the great yogi that I was
and because of the greatness of
his yearning
to know God
Push came to shove
and he surveyed the scene
Said, I want a woman with more up here!
and he found one
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四 Shi
is a Japanese word
oft avoided as
the sound shi
has two meanings …
し four . . . . 死 death
On those islands
people say yon instead
like the Hindu word yoni
woman part
not shi
. . . .
I heard of a couple:
She’s Caucasian, he’s Chinese-Japanese
He’s a Hiroshima survivor
It was morning.
Mr Sun was begging him
to open up his sleepy little eyes
but he wouldn’t
He was four years old
four miles from ground zero
His mom was napping too
although he didn’t know it
her clothing all awry in the hot, wet
August air
He pulled the covers up
over his head
Goodbye, Sun!
After the flash
his mother came to pick him up
touching his flailing heart
to her own
She lived four more days
For a time
that seemed endless
no one came to rescue him
After a while
he began to eat
little parts of her
Why? someone said
why did you do that?
Because, he said,
I was hungry
When he was found
covered with ash
pale with the sort of terror
few feel
they tried to wash him
The water
he says
felt like fire
Since then
every time he bathes
he remembers the bomb
and the loss of her
and how he had to eat her
He came to the States because
he supposed
no one would bomb him there
He married a woman
too good for him, he felt
and her family felt that too
No one likes mongrels,
he says,
in the place that he came from
This woman of his
is just about perfect
except down there, so
When his neighbor’s wife
goes for her afternoon swim
He places a camera
on the wall
that divides
their properties
And records her derrière
Then he takes it
off the wall, and goes inside
and blows the picture up
and tapes it on his wife right there
and they make love.
. . . . .
Here on Earth
men are settled
with the parts business
for lack of the jingle
to captcha
that awesome auto
sold downtown
. . . . .
Yet
we women are, altogether
otherly
We are those
who tempt their Souls
to show up here
in the first place, yes?
gizmo by gizmo
preassembled
all the necessary
parts included
and
we bear them
to their Souls as well
clutching their wailing hearts
to our own
in the rose evenings
of this stone city
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In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars
NOTE: Here are images representing the Japanese characters in the poem, in case they cannot be read in your browser …

Image: 四 Shi

Image: し four . . . . 死 death
Written and published on 17 July 2016; revised on 21 February 2023
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