Oshima Island
there is a beach under the pressure
of overwhelming lifelessness
humanity spawned frail
like unfortunate jellyfish
like too much happened
this world is like that
pressure coming down
nuclear poison seeping out
hearts broken in grief and loss
some drifting away like cherry blossoms
blown askance by errant breeze like it was
almost spring on the shore where the land
and the sea took out the time for a world
that was built on the edges so fragile as
this while all that was known to some
was lost in heaps of debris lost in
the smallest tears of a child in the
shouts of emotion left out in the open
on the beach under pressure on the island
under pressure on the minds of the world
under pressure this is our modern time
of relinquished sorrows for those that fall
against the interchanging narratives of loss
weeping out their broken hearts burst with
pain overflowing as we see a world that is
so temporary where we saw it as permanent
so lasting is the stampede of shocking sorrows
this shall be a springtime with a faint whimper
of grateful joy for life as it all dangles on this precipice
as we all dangle on this precipice above this beach together
searching for survivors and pieces of lost lives for memorial
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