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    [post_content] => All the trees were on fire.
The asphalt roads bubbled, tarmac quick
sand greedily swallowing
matchstick people. Tumbling they went,
flakes of a city dissolving in a shot glass
of Armageddon.
Horses ran from the Hertz hauling business
with incandescent manes as all the oxygen
vanished and candles in air raid shelters
flickered out.
Firestorm entered the dictionary;
a new and dangerous and enrapturing
word that – if you heard it – would sound
in your head like a church organ playing
all keys at once,
would feel like the sun,
and would taste like pyroclastic flow.
High above the dull red cobblestones
a gunner cheered.
He felt the warm air waft up to the wings,
noticed how the fuselage was speckled
with soot, thought he smelled a barbecue
back home.
Down below, everything sloughed off to
the bone.
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Judge Karen Leeder commented, "The poem is powerful and focussed. The temptation with subjects like this is to move to the abstract, but this poem keeps to the local and particular in a very effective way. I liked the confidence to be concise and the control of the lines. The repetition at the end was very powerful."

The poet, Isaac, commented, "My poem, 'Gomorrah', is inspired in part by the cool irony of Timothy Corsellis' Dawn After the Raid in which his observations of the Blitz lead him to the conclusion that:

...God turns a deaf ear
And we know hate and sorrow,
Intimately

'Gomorrah' draws from this sense of disillusionment and futility in depicting the Allied strategic bombing campaign Operation Gomorrah in July 1943, in which the city of Hamburg was virtually destroyed and 42,600 civilians lost their lives. This horrific event has been likened to the destruction of Nagasaki and Hiroshima for the 460 metre high firestorm tornado created and the scale of destruction. The poem explores the moral grey areas of strategic bombing as well as the subjective nature of good and evil intentions and actions."
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Gomorrah

Isaac Silver

All the trees were on fire.
The asphalt roads bubbled, tarmac quick
sand greedily swallowing
matchstick people. Tumbling they went,
flakes of a city dissolving in a shot glass
of Armageddon.
Horses ran from the Hertz hauling business
with incandescent manes as all the oxygen
vanished and candles in air raid shelters
flickered out.
Firestorm entered the dictionary;
a new and dangerous and enrapturing
word that – if you heard it – would sound
in your head like a church organ playing
all keys at once,
would feel like the sun,
and would taste like pyroclastic flow.
High above the dull red cobblestones
a gunner cheered.
He felt the warm air waft up to the wings,
noticed how the fuselage was speckled
with soot, thought he smelled a barbecue
back home.
Down below, everything sloughed off to
the bone.