Atomic flowers

Atomic flowers
After Jackson Pollock

Hiroshima rain
gilds skew-whiff spiders web 
woven pus-yellow.

Barren blooms emerge,
bees throb as black bulbs in hoods
a worm crawls out of bony sparrow.

Nobody mourned the horses.
Hooves jutting from rivers
like petrified trees in a galloping sky.

The first nesting sang sweetly,
a man washed his tree bark skin
filling his keloids, with rain.

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