my poem
and twilight ends
in itself

my shadow
lost to the dark night 
of the soul

early mass
a divine silence
takes me in

cloud of light
a transfiguration
over Hiroshima

drip by drip
somewhere within this
dewfall still

there again
annihilation silenced
by the stars

August nine
weapons of mass distraction
cloud the sky

in falling
the weight of wetness
clouds belie