The Myth of Hiroshima
What are they look for,
Running to the summit of lost time?
Hundreds of people vaporised instantly
Are walking in mid-ar.
‘We didn’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 twentieth-century myth is stamped with fire.
Who will free this shadow from the stone?
Translated from the Japanese by Hajime Kajima