This week marks the anniversary of the atomic bombings that took place at Hiroshima and Nagasaki on August 6 and August 9 in 1945. In remembrance of these events, here is a poem I wrote called “The Creative Bomb.”
“THE CREATIVE BOMB” – by Ray Fowler
The two-faced god of Janus peered
Intently to the right
And on his left perceived a boy
Who craved creative flight.
With powers of flux unknown to man,
And often blamed as chance,
He touched the lad’s still waiting brain
And watched the neurons dance.
Thoughts ravaged his right hemisphere,
Then, quiet as a theft,
Stole fast across the cortex
To be stored within the left.
Opposing forces caught in time
Wreaked havoc on his brain.
Janusian thoughts negated rhyme;
The contrapuntal reigned.
Destruction, death and severed souls
He could not vindicate.
Aha! Why could he not invent
A bomb that would create?
In chemistry and medicine
We have our antidotes;
The harmful drug may save a life
When taken in small dose.
So why not have a bomb that could
Explode a song of joy,
Shatter new frontiers of thought,
Create, and not destroy?
If dropped on Nagasaki such
A bomb would surely find
That space-time point of harmony
Before the dreadful grind.
No mushroom cloud of measured rage,
Instead our bomb revised
Would bloom a rose of beauty far
Above the watchful skies.
“But stop!” they say. “Review, and let
Your noble neurons rest.
You’ve failed to yield a product –
Creation’s acid test.
The bomb you praise does not exist;
You ponder it in vain.
Perhaps you are the product of
An overactive brain!”
“I have no bomb to give to you
And know not where to start.
And so with failure weighing deep
And heavy on my heart,
I humbly submit to you
(Correct me, if I’m wrong)
This simple poem, now become
One big, creative bomb.”
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