Rosa de Hiroshima

Think of the mute, telepathic children
Think of the blind, inaccurate girls
Think of the women, altered routes
Think of the wounds like warm roses

But, oh! Don't forget the rose, the rose
The Hiroshima rose, the hereditary rose
The radioactive rose, stupid, invalid
The rose with cirrosis, the atomic anti-rose
Without color, without perfume, without anything