Joanne Monte


Eight-Fifteen - Poem by Joanne Monte

(a.m.) the city
was split by lightning,
stripped down to bone, and tortured,
its flesh lashed by flames…

suddenly
I was beggared,
wearing the rags of loose skin,
hanging like pockets lined with blood.

I could not see
the earth's incinerator,
its volcanic madness, blinded by hair,
burnt darker than matchsticks
and dusted with soot,

but I could feel
the meltdown in my fingers
like soft beeswax, clasping each other
as though desperate lovers—
lovers in torment,
gnarled in the arms of war.

I had crawled
from among the dying,
the children curled like fetuses
in their mother's wombs, the unborn;

crawled from under the black rain
of suffering, the ill-smell of survival;

a disfigured hope
seen clutching the red-and-white hibiscus
from my mother's kimono
that became part of my flesh.


(Note: 8: 15 a.m., the time on August 6,1945 that the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima.)


Comments about Eight-Fifteen by Joanne Monte

  • Gold Star - 10,604 Points Frank Avon (10/4/2014 3:18:00 PM)

    WOW! I'm speechless. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 460 Points marvin brato (12/24/2013 6:25:00 PM)

    Amazing poetry...a revelation of the ugly side of life! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,101 Points Heather Wilkins (9/24/2013 2:51:00 PM)

    excellent poem. a terrible event. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,844 Points Wahab Abdul (5/19/2013 11:03:00 PM)

    a fabulous poem with stunning words.. love it.. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,251 Points Patricia Grantham (4/29/2013 7:44:00 AM)

    A wonderful write. The ravages of war is never a good thing.
    Unfortunately it must happen sometimes to lead to peace.
    Great work in describing this event. I am most appreciative. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,526 Points James B. Earley (7/21/2008 12:37:00 PM)

    Man's inhumanity to Man! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jimi Doyle (6/1/2004 10:56:00 PM)

    i voted a ten...whoever voted nine must have been blinded by hair...beautiful poem thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Deepak Amembal (6/1/2004 7:40:00 AM)

    heart wrenching....mind numbing......very evocative indeed (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 31, 2004

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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