Hiroshima Poem by james watkin

Hiroshima



A dragonfly fluttered.
Leaped a boy, in persuit
Through a morning's flaming margins.
Was singed a little wing;
Was scorched a little arm
And only the daftest clown grins.

Saturday, May 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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