Rosa de Hiroshima

Think of the mute, telepathic children
Think of the blind, inaccurate girls
Think of the women, altered routes
Think of the wounds like warm roses

But, oh, don't forget the rose, the rose
The rose of Hiroshima, the hereditary rose
The radioactive rose, stupid and invalid
The rose with cirrhosis, the atomic anti-rose
Colorless, scentless, without rose, without anything