Enola Poems - Poems about Enola

Lucifer, To The Enola Gay by Michael R. Burch Go then, and give them my meaning so that their teeming streets become my city. Bring back a pretty flower— a chrysanthemum, perhaps, to bloom if but an hour, within a certain room of mine where the sun does not rise or fall, and the moon, although it is content to shine, helps nothing at all. There, if I...

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Enola Gay There on the ‘North Field’ tarmac of Tinian Island, Marianas; Taxis the sleek designed ‘Boeing B-29 Superfortress’ to ready for take-off. 1 Glistening, polished aluminum under the blaring floodlights filmed for posterity, Maneuvers' the ‘Enola Gay’, chosen by the pilot and named after his mother. 2 With the ‘Victor number’ on the fuselage and ‘bomb group marking’ on...

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It makes you wonder what would have been that day If the Enola Gay didn't fly to Hiroshima to blast it away Would the Japanese have surrendered Before the Russians joined the war as they intended It might have meant that the Russians would invade Japan and as their influence there wouldn't fade And perhaps it would mean that further casualties...

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Japan's consequences were a little more apparent, and devastating. Japan's once great city of Hiroshima, lay in ruin, a barren wasteland, with its entire population, sixty thousand individuals, perished instantly in one bright and intense flash. The first casualties of nuclear power in the "Atomic Age." Another forty thousand individuals, living further from the blast...

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In the year 1945, a few powerful American leaders decided it was alright for them to play God. Taking the initiative to create a weapon of mass destruction, not exceeded still today, or even closely matched. The only thing even remotely close was the Asteroid that struck Earth millions of years ago, sealing the Dinosaurs...

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FLIGHT OF ENOLA GAY Will you tell us tomorrow where we're going, Enola Gay? There's so much more we wanted to say. But there's no time for sorrow, we'll enjoy time that's left, Though we know our time ended yesterday. We could tell you the story, but no body understands, Nagasaki, Hiroshima, distant lands. It's not clear what we're doing, but we're pursueing it...

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I think that what happened was that we all wanted to be Oedipus and possess our mothers. But because society frowns on such couplings, we actually sought to BECOME our mothers. Since only a woman can make a life, and because our sex is opposite and we lived in a world of men, in order to be the...

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