Matt Manley
Pikinni Village, near Bikini Atoll test site, July 1946

And I sightless with a transfixion I had never known
And the Sky was
consumed.

Pocked and uneven, like the surface of the coconut trees, but
boiling and a terrible energy

Contorts of the froth I saw figures dancing, leaping
and writhing rhyming with the shock waves.
A droning whine rested in my ears. forever.
All our islands I saw engulfed
by the behemoth
embryonic visage, cast in spume
a demon or a god

Death of Worejabato
Spirit water protector
Rebirth of Litobora
demon decay poison

sinking my head in the sand
deaf and blind
mute but for song
and the crabshell shuddering