I was there too.
It was a smooth trip through the night
until the sun rose, even further East.
We spiralled down
from 20,000 feet. At 8:16 we did our bit
for history, and cheered the sun we’d sowed.
You’ll find the names
under a grainy picture: Paul Tibbetts Jr;
Tom and Robert, Wyatt, Dick and all the others
on the crew. Look closer,
and you’ll see faint shadows: men
in lab coats, men in suits, men shaking hands
for front page photographs.
And, in a certain trick of light: distorted
shapes, scorched faces burnt into the fuselage.
I was there too.
Look at us all together, smiling, back –
back from a smooth trip into night.
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