I GHOSTS(1950)


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 offhanging down like pieces of rags.

With hands lifted half up,they were ghosts in procession.

Dragging their ragged skin behind them exhausted,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.

Voices weakened,they told their names but even then were unrecognized.


An infant with innocent face and delicate skin lay asleep

Was it saved in it's mother's tender breast?

Oh,that even this one babe will awake to rise up again


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