It’s strange, there was no pain. <br />The atom moves too fast for that. <br />It left my shadow on that wall, <br /> There’s nothing else intact. <br /> <br />It’s strange to die so quickly <br />I had no time for fear. <br />Swept up, as in a rapture <br />Less than a leaf, more than a tear. <br /> <br />My conscious self dissolving <br />Like a sugar dropped in tea. <br />No body left to bury <br />You incinerated me. <br /> <br />Elsewhere in the city <br />They’ll unearth a murdered clock- <br />It’s hands forever frozen <br />on the moment I was not.<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moment-after-a-poem-of-hiroshima/
