Nagasaki

• Max Pursehouse, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2020

The ash was as dark as the night sky.
The destruction was like a deck of
cards had just fallen on Nagasaki.
Hearts dead and all eyes could see was black,
like the burnt rubble at the site.
The pilot in the cockpit of the Enola Gay,
with goggles he pronounced
“My lord what have we done?”