Hiroshima Bound

Snow flakes drift like fallout,
They crash without a sound,
Inside The Dream, I call out,
"You're Hiroshima bound."

Folks take turns ignoring
The glare when i'm around,
Their rim shots drown my mourning,
They're Hiroshima bound.

Seems I'm growing older,
In time but not right now,
The eye of the beholder,
I'm Hiroshima bound.

Children busy growing
Outside perspective found,
No way of just yet knowing,
We're Hiroshima bound.

-Robert Kope