It fell from the sky,
Flash of light that burned it all,
Then there was silence.
White shadows in stone,
Atomic footprints long gone,
Proof of our folly.
May it never come,
When the fruit falls from the tree,
Never it should be.
I’m writing this in memory of the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I purposely wrote this a day after the former and a day before the latter, today seventy three years ago.
May the horror never be repeated.
In case you’re interested about the title, I took the title and some cues from “Tale of Two Cities”, which is a 1946 short documentary about the devastation post bombing.
The “fruit from the tree” reference comes from what I remember about Nostradamus’ supposed prophecy of the event.