8.12A.M From mountain maples bird song travelled the delta 'Takaashi’ made love to his wife in a scene from a perfect haiku. 8.13AM in the middle of the city huddled by a wall an old man sat reading unaware his shadow would stay. 8.14AM A metal stork in a blue sky droned Oppenheimer's orphan awoke America named it ‘little boy’ Who put Hiroshima to sleep 8.15AM There was no 8.16AM Clocks still as 8.14AM As time froze ‘Takaashi’ touched his wifes komono one last time as dust.