Truman sat and stared out of an Oval Office window
the rose garden was bare
and the old President dead.
Here before him was a weapon to cease all war
unspeakable destruction, but unspeakable attraction.
He was shown the footage
a mushroom cloud rising from the desert floor
briefly a new sun in the dark of early morning
overexposing the film.
Overwhelming was his desire,
desire to attain this fire.
To give the order and have this crown
placed atop his head
like no crown before
like no laurel wreath
like no diadem
like nothing in nightmares
a crown of atoms
split and howling.
The power to end the Japanese
and bring the war to its knees.
He said when he became President that “the moon, the stars, and all the planets had fallen upon him”
But the Bomb was no big decision.
“I knew what I was doing when I stopped the war that would have killed a half a million youngsters on both sides if those bombs had not been dropped. I have no regrets and, under the same circumstances, I would do it again.”