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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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