Poem ending with a line from The Mahabharata,
quoted at the time of the first atomic blast.
the Lord of loaves and fishes
frowns as the children of
Haiti Somalia Bosnia Rwanda Everyhere
float onto the boats of their bellies
and die in the meantime
someone who is not hungry sits to dine
we could have become
fishers of men
we could have been
a balm
a light
we have become
not what we were
in the mean time
that split apart with the atom
all roads began to lead
to these tables
these hungry children
this time
and
I am become Death the destroyer of worlds.
