Monday, March 03, 2014
Hiroshima, Mon Amour
For Alain Resnais
We mistake our silence for calm,
the instant before end of the world.
You send a bomb to finish this cold war,
so we mark time in a flash of light.
I crawl out of the event horizon,
back to the threshold,
the thin, grim line of your mouth.
I have willed words to your lips,
but they are sealed like a fallout shelter.
My fantasies in full mushroom bloom,
come on, boy, dazzle me
with apocalyptic, last minute
confessions of love.
We consummate at ground zero,
the point of your impact with me.
Call it a tender mercy,
cutting rocks against my spine.
Incinerate me with your parting kiss,
leave nothing but shadows behind.
This poem was written in 1995 after watching Resnais' brilliant film for the first time.