The wind stops.
the waves are far away.
“On August 6 in 1945, the a-bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. I was a fourteen year old student. But I didn’t go to school. Instead. I worked in a factory.”
So writes Yasuhiko Shigemoto at the end of his second haiku collection, commemorating the bombing of Hiroshima 74 years ago.
The poems within are devastating, haunting, and viscerally beautiful.
This is why poetry exists.
A-Bomb Dome photo credit