Atom Autumn
Japan's great empire fell with Little Boy
What seemed like years of power struggle might
Be nothing more than playing with our toys
When Truman laid the plans out for our fight,
Their radiated limbs weren't on his mind
And so he slept quite softly through the night
The toll had reached five hundred thousand killed
The bombs, he claimed, had saved more lives than lost
I'm just relieved they didn't help in kind
I wonder what it was we wanted most
To usher in a new atomic age
Or to create a new half million ghosts
I cannot seem to bring up any rage-
He was as confident as I am on this page.
A Terza Rima written in Iambic Pentameter. I know it's a bit rough and loose, but it's not easy writing in the same form that Dante wrote his Divine Comedies in while also using an old English meter style with the subject matter and perspective of a modern individual.
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