I will come home to you, patiently
waiting for me amidst the shadows
of buildings that no longer exist
And I will shift brick by brick
the rubble of our house,
to find you, and pick you up again
We can dance like we did, beneath what's left
of the blackened cherry blossoms
to the music of your smile
in a silence so deafening
I will wear something other than
this soldier's uniform
And you can wear that pink kimono
which you wore on our wedding night
And all of Winter's snows will
never be too cold for us again
YOU ARE READING
Ghosts in the Dust
PoetryA Japanese soldier writes his final letter home to his wife in Hiroshima, after the atomic bombing of 6 August. In the wake of utter devastation, he imagines his wife still waiting faithfully for his return. He removes his uniform and shuts out ever...
