He was burnt into the steps,
She folded paper cranes,
The innocent lives lost, the innocent deaths,
When little boy dropped, the aftermath in-humane.
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This is a great poem and a perfect response to the point of such an event in human history albeit one of great inhumanity. The silence and seeming absence or deletion of nature as expressed by the birds not singing is particlularly poignant in that non-christian, non-western apocalypse. The opening line is powerful and hard hitting, expunging humanity but for a mark of ash. The cranes a symbol of peace made from ephemeral and fragile paper a great metaphor for the ever fragile civilisation and culture that bore them.
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This is a great poem and a perfect response to the point of such an event in human history albeit one of great inhumanity. The silence and seeming absence or deletion of nature as expressed by the birds not singing is particlularly poignant in that non-christian, non-western apocalypse. The opening line is powerful and hard hitting, expunging humanity but for a mark of ash. The cranes a symbol of peace made from ephemeral and fragile paper a great metaphor for the ever fragile civilisation and culture that bore them.