the boy called spineless has a backbone
lost in the rubble of hiroshima, his unfettered hands
pulling at maps and photographs.
with worn and radioactive identity, he knows
that the world is a veteran, sick of empathy
& can look massacre in the eye without blinking.
hastily, people will cleanse themselves
of alpha particles and corpses
they did not touch.
history classrooms will suck the marrow of tragedy
unafflicted, passing nagasaki
as another word in a textbook,
pointing at pictures, saying
that’s what you get
when you fuck with america.
he does not blame them.
they have not seen for themselves
the crimson cloud inhaling his o