HIROSHIMA . The man who dropped death on Hiroshima Rings bells in the cloister, has taken vows. The man who dropped death on Hiroshima Put his head in a noose and hanged himself. The man who dropped death on Hiroshima Is out of his mind, is battling with risen souls Made of atomic dust who are out to attack him. Every night. Hundreds and thousands of them. . None of it's true. In fact I saw him the other day In his front garden, there in the suburb-- With immature hedges and dainty roses. You need time to make a Forest OF Forgetting Where some one can hide. Plainly on view Was the naked, suburban house and the young wife Standing beside him in her floral dress And the little girl attached to her hand And the boy hoisted up on his back And cracking a whip over his head And he was easy to pick out On all fours there on the lawn, his face Contorted with laughter, because the photographer stood Behind the hedge, the seeing eye of the world.