It was a procession of ghosts
in an instant all clothing buerned off
hands,faces,and breasts swelled.
The purple blisters on their skin
were soon burst and peeled off
hanging down like pieces of rags.
With hands lifted half up,
they were ghosts in procession.
Dragging their ragged skin behind them
they fell down moaning in heaps
and died one after another.
At center of explosion,
the temperature reached six thousand degrees.
A human shadow remaind
on a stone step nearby.
Could a body vaporize?
Did it blow away? There is no one to tell what it was like
at that moment
at the center.
Burned charred faces,
no one could tell one from another.
they told their names
but even then were unrecognized.
An infant with innocent face and delicate skin
Was it saved in it's mother's tender breast?
Oh,that even this one babe will awake
to rise up again
（The Hiroshima Panels I "GHOSTS" 1950, 1.8m×7.2m）