VOSHN 140

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="132"><tr><td class="etesti">132</td><td class="edate">Scene in about the middle of August</td><td class="eage">31 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Six <i>tanka</i> poem reading</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img307.jpg"><div class="large"><p>Is it not a corpse?<br>No ! -- one life abandoned there<br>It is still breathing<br>and wriggles<br>slightly and faintly</p><br><br><p>Night and day<br>the violet smoke is trailing<br>in a corner of the field<br>The corpses are burned<br>one after another</p><br><br><p>One is burned raw<br>and breathed his last<br>having a grudge<br>against the bomb<br>without the effect of Mercurochrome</p><br><br><p>There's no doubt that<br>this is the remains<br>of the army hospital PX<br>I shed tears<br>setting my foot on this stone</p><br><br><p>I intend to sleep tonight<br>with these waifs<br>who are gathering<br>When I ask them where their homes are<br>they grin</p></div></td></tr></table></body>