How Hot Was It

How hot was it! We’ll not forget that day, when high in the clouds, flew the plane “Enola Gay” Children made to shadows, melted into brick, and now in urban cities, still they turn up sick How hot you are my mother! Your skin so brittle-black, your caring hand now carbon, they put you in a sack Where are you darling children, my wife of jet black hair? Vapourized one morning in Nagasaki’s air And when I hear the drone, of a motor overhead, I think a million suns, of atomic awesome dread How hot was it that day! Written for contest 25/7/15