Mother oh Mother <br />our bark has blistered <br />our bones weep fire <br />our branches melt <br />Mother our eyes <br />are burning birds <br />the sun hangs bleeding <br />beneath our lids <br />Mother our earth <br />sucks back its foliage <br />Mother the sky <br />is split with pain <br />in every stone <br />our fire weeps <br />in every eye <br />your children burn <br />Mother Mother <br />I am a weeping hand <br />your breasts <br />are bone<br /><br />John Garth Raubenheimer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiroshima-3/
