Poetry / September 2012 (Issue 18)

The Origin of the Sun

by Matthew A. Hamilton

When the tsnami pounded
the fishing town of Onagawa,
fifty bodies bloated
with rust and fish-smell
floated by my house.
A girl with sockets gaped
before black water swallowed her,
along with my roof,
twisted metal bridges,
and pieces of cars.

After the ocean receded,
I cut a path to where my house once stood.
Didn’t search for survivors,
but rummaged my own scattered life.
My refrigerator was jammed
against a tree. Opening the door
I found the girl with sockets inside.
A medic rushed over,   
boarded and collard her,
her body thin and wraith-like.
Paper lanterns floated above me
and she stared at me as if I were God.
I turned away. My legs stitched
a lonely seam down the beach.
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