This poem doesn’t need explanation, at least if you have visited Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Outside Japan you likely only know these names because of the atomic bomb. This single reductive moment does not define Nagasaki, nor Hiroshima. Nagasaki is not the bomb Nagasaki is not the bomb, not a nullified future No present, obliterated past. Not mere shadowed imprint Of fell fire falling in a flash Not just the runner up in Hiroshima’s winning race, Hiroshima, where one brilliant August day  The silver bird dropped Little Boy on children in their play. A brilliant day just like the one when on the top of Mount Misen  In Miyajima, as high…