Robert Oppenheimer- Martyr with a Radioactive Half-Life

Memory haunted me,
like a too familiar ghost
Rememberance
attacked me
from miles deep
inside the rotting splendor, of the Grave.

with the insistent spirts
of 100 thousand:
:incinerated,vaporized
& grotesquely disfigured souls/
justifiably accusing me
of horrfically,cultivated
indifference.
For when Guilt-
becomes omnipotent
,All is lost.

Had I dared like Icarus
to fly too close
to the aggrieved Sun
we unwittingly made
with most unwanted
epiphany, a sobering
gravitas
 in its charismatically
Heretical power

of how we burned the
midnight oil
as some kind of Holy
sacrament
all for the unthinkable
Creation
of our longed for, beloved Monster

at Los Alamos,
Our unforgivable
complicity
Bouncing Calculus
equations
off each each other's
Hardball heads
with a frantic sputtering/
of cognitive explosions/
that would all too easily rival
and quite possibly surpass, & certainly
bewilder/
the Schizophrenic
temperament/
of the Atom

As I was but a helplessd witness
and began to feel-
waywardly too similar
to that breathtaking
Science, of growing
Dread/
in Kurosawa's "Rashomon"
where all the Asian
spirits
have a different story
to tell
about their complete
Undoing

bY Ron Marcus