Shadowplay

08 Feb 1999

Based on a poem by Daniel Berrigan

At Hiroshima
there’s a museum,
and outside that museum
there’s a rock,
and on that rock there’s a shadow.

That shadow
is all that remains
of the human being who stood there
on the sixth of August in 45
At the dawn of the nuclear age.

That is the choice before us.
In reality, that is our time.
We shall either end all war
and the specter of nuclear arms

in our own lifetimes,
or we well all become

shadows on the rock.

D/A/G