Hiroshima

People lying
In terrible shapes
Faces squirmed
With collapsed face
Squashed and crushed
From panic come
It's now all over-
The brightest sun
The warm snow falls
On the groaning corpses
Dead sheep and dogs
Dead birds, cats and horses.
The dead lay curled
In unforgettable shapes,
As if the sun was hurled
In Hiroshima's face.