It's 3WW time, again.
And I've been AWOL, or MIA, for a while.
This week (CLII) the words are fracture, noise, and vanish.
Further, each haiku gets its very own American sentence title.
8:16 am, 6/16/1945, Hiroshima.Fractured atoms searshadows still. Noise vanishes.Then the wails begin.
To Arne, my favourite CERN Doctor/Physicist/Computer Guy.Death(f?) metal--wild noise--rejoices, fractures fear, but...tympani vanish.
Quand la facture arrive et je ne trouve pas ma portefeuille... Merde! Putain!The bill comes, but, (noise!)my wallet has vanished! (sob)Fractured, I wash plates.