Shadow
A shadow
illusionary
a shadow
real
a shadow
having been inscribed
on the stone
so many years
a shadow
for sorrow
a shadow
for wailing
it is
the reality
radiated on the stone steps
Hiroshima
August 6th
the 20th year of Showa
surely it was alive
laughed
wept
in the morning
it got up
at night
it went to bed
just like us
but
it recorded
the instant
forever
to us
the shadow outlined
once it was a human
it should have been so
numberless people gone vanished
not leaving
even shadows