After the Big Apple Fell
When they were ready to drop the A-bomb on Nagasaki, the skies clouded over and so the target was moved up the hill to Urakami. Urakami was where the underground Christians and the ‘buraku’ underclass had been shunted. It makes no difference to the barbarity of the action that the US obliterated the biggest Christian community in Japan, but I think it highlights a commonality between both sides.
Our enemies are more like us than war allows us to admit and on a different day we would be by the river breaking bread, handing out apples and onigiris, instead of dropping shells and turning each other into husks. It seems since then Japan has been reborn and lived through the seven ages; the gyre turns full circle. Summer is ending here, cicadas choose the death spiral over love. Autumn is calling. I am glad I still live in peace.