Hiroshima

The following is a poem based on an email my grandfather wrote to me years ago but never sent. My grandmother sent it to me, and I shared part of the text with a friend on gchat, which oddly auto formatted the text into the line breaks you see here.

I went to Hiroshima about 30 days
after the atomic bomb fell--just to
look.
I saw nothing. There was nothing
to see. Absolutely nothing. The
ground
was completely empty. Sort of ash
colored. No rubble. Flat and grey
as far
as I could see.

It seems I'm going to have to reevaluate the format of my thesis, originally based solely on interviews from my grandmother, to fit this in.