Though it will come, It comes in hollowness, as though it dropped From sleeper's hand into an empty drum. But nature, thinking not, can't help but grieve. Sometimes only one hand works, or half the numbers, or hands but not numbers. I worried that the painted dial of my father s watch and the black clock taken from a German plane would make us radioactive. I stopped watching for the A Bomb, listening for its ticking, when I went to school though we had bomb drills.
Brilliant white is still quite frightening.