I saw your face in the clouds

You used to squeeze my hand as we walked through fields of tall grass

I saw your face in the water

You used to make marks on my cheeks with your fingerprints

I heard you cry in the playground 

You fell down as the blast snatched up

All the ground 

So greedily, for six miles round 

Laid to waste in a firestorm

I saw your gentle limbs silhouetted

Against the mushroom cloud in my mind’s Nagasaki

Yours is a fruiting body

And you blessed the earth

Which even now the shiro of mycelium 

Regenerates