Perfect Chaos - Hiroshima Poem by Harrison Bishop
Perfect Chaos - Hiroshima
He was burnt into the steps,
She folded paper cranes,
The innocent lives lost, the innocent deaths,
When little boy dropped, the aftermath in-humane.
They left the Mariana Islands with six hours of flight time to Japan,
The bomber named after Paul's mother; Enola Gay,
It took forty-three seconds for the bomb to fall to land,
There was barely a warning, but a huge price to pay.
There's a peace park now, a fire to eternally be burnt,
Until there is peace everywhere,
Until there is a lesson learnt,
Until everyone actually cares.
Perfect chaos seems ironic,
After what has happened,
All it took was one little click,
Who thought 'A' could signal the end....
Harrison Bishop
We had just gotten back onto the bullet train (Shinkansen) when my friend Kristin started doing a drawing of the Peace Park and Hiroshima and she wrote across the middle 'Perfect Chaos' so we decided to write this poem about what we had just experienced and how we felt about it <3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 9:01:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a great poem and a perfect response to the point of such an event in human history albeit one of great inhumanity. The silence and seeming absence or deletion of nature as expressed by the birds not singing is particlularly poignant in that non-christian, non-western apocalypse. The opening line is powerful and hard hitting, expunging humanity but for a mark of ash. The cranes a symbol of peace made from ephemeral and fragile paper a great metaphor for the ever fragile civilisation and culture that bore them.