Sunday, May 15, 2016

338. Poem About Obama at Hiroshima


Obama at Hiroshima

Right there looking at it,
in the pool of horrors.
The fountain, Barack, is elsewhere,
is man's pride (see Dante, long ago).

Also from the fountain modern medicine, symphonic music,
     internet communication, and every secular
     accomplishment since Dante (long ago),
from the sins he rendered in earth,
as a mountain, Purgatory, terraced,
Pride at the bottom, holding them all up.

Yeats rendered it in fire,
     penicillin, miracle rice, Congo conquests, grape-shot,
     quantum mechanics, cancer-cutting lasers,
dynamite, gas, liftoff.
"Whatever flames upon the night,
man's own resinous heart has fed."




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