Far away, Enola Gay
Sails quietly
In the twilight hours
The sun is rising
On the land of the rising sun

Closing fast, Enola Gay
A glimmer of light in the sky
Which no one noticed
On that August day

And as it fell, Enola Gay
Banked swiftly
A pinpoint of light
Became a spark
And then a flame
And then something else

Running away, Enola Gay
Completed its mission
Returning home
Someone with a question
As the fire churned and boiled skyward

Back at base, Enola Gay
With its crew safe at home
Justified in their actions
On that August day
And the sun is setting
On the land of the rising sun

1990 March 1