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A found poem, based on an editorial by Dorothy Day
Mr. Truman was jubilant, President Truman true man our reference to Christ as true God true man of his time in that he was jubilant not son of God, brother of Christ, not brother of the Japanese jubilanting as he did. He went from table to table on the cruiser bringing him home from the Big 3 Conference, telling the great news. Jubilant, the newspapers said, we have killed 318,000 Japanese. Jubilant deo, we have created.
The effect is hoped for, not known, hoped that our Japanese brothers are vapourized; men, women and children scattered to the Four Winds over the Seven Seas. Perhaps we will breathe their dust, feel them on our faces in the fog of New York, in rain on the hills of Easton. Jubilant deo, we have created. Nature had nothing to do with it, destruction born in the midst of tempest and lightning on the desert.
We have created, not that man might live, President Trueman announcing - jubilantly - it cost two billion. The greatest scientific gamble in history, and we won. A bomb dropped on an island in the eastern hemisphere on the Eve of the Feast of the Transfiguration of our Lord. Jesus Christ, the newspapers list he scientists, the atom smashing gun found unnecessary in the end, not sledgehammer blows but subtle taps from neutrons managed in a tuning technique.
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