Hiroshima’s ash

                   
Blowing in the wind sticking to the objects that exist
Quantum partials of Hiroshima’s ashes
Voices of the past continue in the every lasting echo
Ashes linger in the undying sin and the sun raise
Chocking on the memories of battles and wars
Anchored in the waters of Japan’s shores
Partials of Hiroshima in the quantum world.

Ring around the roses a pocket full of poses
Ashes, ashes they all echo on  
Breathing death in the frequency’s ash
Insomnia clusters the minds of men
As they contemplate their lust
There’s a cry in the universe a voice
That only sin can hear
Spoken in the echo of Hiroshima’s ash.
By Carlos Gomez/Water 9-19-14