Incalculable Loss

August 6th 1945

And there was light at first. Intense, All encompassing light. Eyeball piercing light. A fierce unwavering radioactive glare. A brilliance producing incalculable loss. Illumination too hard to understand.

But it couldn’t be separated from the darkness.

Heat then. Incinerating.

Followed by wind. Zephyrus’s westerly breath had killed again but no Larkspur would grow this time.

After that gasp of gases.

A silence.

While the fish in the sea. Birds in the sky.
All the living creatures that moved on the ground turned to dust.
Swept up a purple pillar.
To a cloud in the sky.


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