Hiroshima she said

You pulled me out just in time,

wet as a calf suffocating in its sac

steaming from the heat of birth

“Hiroshima” she said, “Hiroshima”.

 

You told me I was not myself

waking wet and slippery like eels

splitting their skins from bodies

“Hiroshima” she said “Hiroshima”

 

I found myself in an old photograph

That boy in Malta chasing his shadow

A cloud swallowed the light I was lost

“Mummy” I said, I’ve lost myself

 

“Hiroshima” I say, “Hiroshima”.

 

You ask me to return back to bed,

I awoke looking for all my lost dreams

When did I forget how to dream I ask?

Hiroshima she said, it was Hiroshima