TRINITY SITE*

Kate Flaherty

Silence has reclaimed the desert.
Only a chain-link fence separates the site
From the rest of the desert scene;
The Sacramento mountains rise to the east.
Juniper and sage dot the sand.

All that remains
of the iron tower
That rose one hundred feet in the air
Is one twisted three-foot leg.

The green glass has been bulldozed
under a wooden platform.
Rain on the flat clear panels
Obscures the tell-tale glass.

The military men who ran the dozers
Died. The mushroom cloud
of that long-ago July morning
floated obscenely away.

 


Note

*A chunk of New Mexico desert, so named by J. Robert Oppenheimer of the Manhattan Project who feared the god-like power they were about to release when they tested the first atomic bomb in July 1945.

Kate Flaherty

Kate Flaherty has written poetry since her high school days. She was born and raised in Boston and served in the Peace Corps in Malaysia. She has lived in Iowa, New Mexico, and British Columbia, Canada. She is retired. Her favorite job was teaching reading and writing to first and second graders. She belongs to two local writing groups and enjoys traveling and visiting her son in Colorado.


Silence has reclaimed the desert. Only a chain-link fence separates the site From the rest of the desert scene; The Sacramento mountains rise to the east. Juniper and sage dot the sand. All that remains of the iron tower That rose one hundred feet in the air Is one twisted three-foot leg. The green glass …

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