An unholy roar began to build
That cherry blossom day,
With thunder in the air,
Then, that miraculous, quiet.

A low rumble, a terrible tremor,
A movement towards total devastation,
Of the air, on that day,
When the earth began to shake.

Uncontrollably.
All the skies scorched with fire
And the air exploded
Fusing flesh with flesh
Into a whiteness
From which the dark shadow of a child,
Emerged, alone, all alone.