I wrote this in college during my Anthropology of War class. The subject was obviously Bikini Atoll, site of nuclear testing in the Pacific.
I am amazed what this world has done to itself
The flash and terrible roar of might
Scorching everything in its path
We are left weak and ignorant
Our skin flapping about like goat’s ears
pierced and punctured with an ascetic silence
We are emptied, closed, muted to it.
Our hands and bellies are loud with the evidence
Invisibly conquering, compromising our senses
Mutilating our limbs
There is no cure.
On our bodies is written volumes of injustice,
And we die quietly, anonymous and forgotten.
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