In Nagasaki

When the sun fell from the sky,
dropping as something man made
from a high flying thing
the eye can no longer see them

where they were,
but their shadows are burnt
right into concrete
and linger as dark cold impressions

of men, women, children
and some animals
as only ghosts
of living vibrant beings
that are forever looking on
from their anonymity.

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