Below is one of the contest entries.
Mt. Inasa Sky "I spent the night at the foot of Mt. Inasa, staring off at the blazing night sky." Iwao Osaki Atrocity: the word rings hollow in the rubble ruins that remained in resounding silence, with blinding light and blazing fire in the skeleton of the city. There is no word for what happened, for any word that could mean more than Nagasaki or Hiroshima would be a word-bomb to vaporize history, incinerate all other weapons, and annihilate hate in silent light and flares of hope in the sky over Mt. Inasa; a word-bomb to flatten the lies of justification and rationalization, and fill with truth-light Inasa's sky; a word-bomb with a payload of cherry blossoms and origami cranes that would settle on the outstretched hand of a meditating statue, like blessings.
— Brendan Ward
All Poems Submitted to the Contest