Historical fiction.

The personification of the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima.

The morning the Hiroshima bomb struck.

Even back then my mind was set on the future and a better life.

What is it about death that frightens grown men? When it is your last day on earth, will you understand whether you lived your life right?

Written from the point of a view of a man who lost his love on the day the bomb dropped.

The sun was shining brightly, just like every other Saturday morning in Hiroshima.

One of a great many poems describing the end of the world, coming soon to a town near you.