Feet outward, heads inward.
Mountains of corpses.
Layer upon layer of bodies piled
so as not to see the eyes, the mouths, the noses.
In one forgotten hear of bodies not yet burned
was an eyeball
looking out and watching us.
Was it alive?
Was just a maggot putting false life
into a dead face?
All wandering searching for water.
Fleeing from the licking flames
searching for a last drop of water.
A hurt mother clutching her child
running along the river.
Falling into the deep part
and scrambling back desperately
to the shallow.
Run! through the fierce flames
enveloping the river.
Stopping only to cool her face in the water.
Finally to here.
Finally she gave breast to babe
and found out it not alive.
A portrait of mother anf child in the 20th century.
Wounded mother and dead infant,
the statue of despair.
Let the mother and child be
a symbol of hope as it has always been.
It must be!
（The Hiroshima Panels III "WATER" 1950, 1.8m×7.2m）