The Promise of Hiroshima

It was all so beautiful.

Mathematics could dissect reality itself,

Complex, but simply balanced,

A logan rock moved by a touch,

and through these mysteries

we came to understand

the energy constrained within a grain of sand.




Infinitesimal becomes

unbounded power.

Three planes, one flash

One whole town gone to dust.

Nothing except a few skeletal lines

Some shadow where a man had been.

Silence,    apart from screams.




For some, that was success.

And this is how it stays. We live

under the sword of Damocles

peace dangling by a hair,

our fallibility denied.

We live beneath a constant threat,

in wilful ignorance of death.




As if the sheer perfection of the truth

could purge the politicians' faults.

As if the discipline of science

that showed them to unlock the door

had somehow spread itself

into the corrupted soul and mind

of those whose stock in trade is lies.

Richard Lawson 

24/7/2015