A seed within a seed:
silver ovoid color of a dying man’s
grin the day he finds the war is not his
weighs down the plum trees with its shadow.
the bride who lost her pain in her joy
strains her long neck as blossoms open in the sky.
Her silhouette is brushed on the wall near the bed
in funereal ash.
In the last days of the century,
the cities and fields will fill with airplanes,
their pilots children singing
of a nation of agony
whose president is named Enola Gay.
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