Thy Fearful Symmetry
They say it didn't happen that way,
that some died quick and others not at all.
They say it was all in the sway of " necessity",
Called down from the sea to wash away our sins,
yet even now burns brightly, beneath our skins.
They say It didn't happen that way.
It was worth the price," necessity,"
They say. "The survivors heal in time.
Those that don't survive, quickly die.
Their silence said as much," they said,
"It was necessary to end the war,"
Somewhere, deep in the skin of their ghosts,
hubris burned brightly, renewing the curse
of Prometheus, plucking our livers from
the ashes of Fukushima-Daiichi. Once again
they will say, "It didn't happen that way,
It is the price of success and necessity,"
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burning brightly, beneath our skins.
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They say, to end a war we must light up the day or,
to light a lamp, place a speck of sun upon a coastal ledge
where ashen ghosts are still at play among the ruins,
their shadows lengthened into rays of paper, fan and broom.
By fire or by sea are the sins of ignorance swept clean
they say, while a thousand folded paper cranes pass by
in lingering review, they spin eternities in hubris gray;
they calculate the half-life of a day burning brightly,
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