Below is one of the contest entries.
Atom And so the motors silenced The wind stopped blowing in pipes There was a light, the sound, a tremendous pressure. And then the meat is torn from its home to the world not so cold. There were no engines left behind rotting in wooden coffin. They disappeared among the atoms into the cosmos And look All-encompassing mushroom cloud rose to the sky.
— Esa Suomaa
All Poems Submitted to the Contest