A Hiroshima Shadow
One Little Boy.
Ten thousand shadows.
Note: On August 6, 1945, the U.S. dropped the first atomic bomb ever used in war on Hiroshima, Japan. Nicknamed "Little Boy," the bomb exploded with the force of 16 kilotons of TNT. An estimated 70,000 to 80,000 people were killed instantly by the blast and a resultant firestorm so intense that "shadows" of some victims were permanently etched into stone.
At Real Toads, Izy has asked for an incomplete poem. Well, I'll be damned if I can tell if this is complete or not! Help me out, fellow Toads; how does this come across? Does the irony of a killing machine having such an innocent name strike you as much as it strikes me? Is this horrifying, moving? Or, is it just disaster poetry of the worst kind and completely useless without the explanatory note? Help!