THE MYTH OF HIROSHIMA
What are they looking for,
running to the summit of lost time?
Hundreds of people vaporized instantly
are walking in mid-air.
"We don't die."
"We skipped over death in a flash and became spirits."
"Give us a real, human death."
One man's shadow among hundreds is branded on stone steps.
"Why am I imprisoned in stone?"
"Where did my flesh go, separated from its shadow?"
"What must I wait for?"
The 20th century myth is stamped with fire.
Who will free this shadow from the stone?
---- Saga Nobuyuki (1902-?)
tr by kijima hajime