That cherry blossom day

Thunder in the air.

Miraculously:

A low rumble, a terrible tremor,

 An unholy roar began to build and build

Towards total devastation

On that final day

When the earth began to shake

Uncontrollable 

Delirium tremens

Everywhere

And then

All the skies of all the world were scorched with fire

And the air exploded

Fusing flesh with flesh

Into a whiteness

From which

The dark shadow of a child

Emerged.