In April he pays his respects at the shrine to war; in August he pays his respects at the atomic cenotaph. Repeating flat contradictions every dayin the country across the sea he says what they want him to say; here at home, for domestic consumption, he says black is white and white is black. But Hiroshima will not be fooled. 0, you 200,000 dead! Come forth, all together, from the grave, from underground. Faces puffed up with bums, black and festering, lips torn, say faintly, "We stand here in reproach." Shuffle slowly forward, both arms, shoulder high, trailing peeled-off skin. Tell them-- the emperor of the new clothes and his entire partywhat day August 6 is.