Letter: A poem about Enola Gay
Whatever happened to Enola Gay?
Or Curtis LeMay?
Or Edward Teller, that notable fella?
Or Harry Truman? A fine looking human
Who loved them both,
And they loved back,
LeMay and Teller,
Because or in spite of the president’s query:
Is the big bang any more than a theory?
LeMay would reply with his usual stance:
Fail-safe gives us each a good chance.
“I want more than a chance”
Said Teller aloud.
“Like Buddy, George Patton.
He speaks no Latin,
No German, no French, no Italian at all,
But rolled across the German Mall,
No fear of Tristan, Brangaena et al.”
Whatever did happen to Enola Gay?
She had a son along the way.
A pilot, an artist, equally fine –
He painted her name on his B-29.
Dr. Paul W. Doster