Rosa de Hiroshima

Think of the mute, telepathic creatures
Think of the blind and inaccurate little girls
Think of the broken, altered women
Think of the wounds like warm roses

But never forget the rose, the rose
The rose of Hiroshima, hereditary rose
The radioactive rose, stupid and invalid
The rose with cirrhosis, the atomic anti-rose

Colorless, scentless, without a rose, without anything