The irony that lies with winter coming in August.
Dead trees are the only things that could live through this
Snow drifts of ash overwhelming the summer heat
People lying down everywhere to escape the warm breeze.
What’s left but a dozen trees
A sky showing the past
A ground without a future
Darkness envelopes the earth as the moon rises.
These trees, so sturdy
Through a life of drought and solitude
Are the sole survivors living among the deceased
No people running of jumping
No people swinging and singing
This could have been a deserted island before
But we know it is now
Questions left unanswered.
3 comments:
I thought this was utterly depressing. But I also thought that pretty accurately captured the spirit of the picture as well as the general feelings that I've taken away from the class regarding the atomic bomb.
I agree with ed- depressing.
I like the juxtaposition of seasons, particlarly the snow and summer.
mike, i love the photo you've chosen. the conflation of summer/winter is telling, not to mention the utter lack of human presence in both the photo and your piece. i also like how you imagine time playing out within these borders.
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