All language subtitles for John Adams Doctor Atomic (2007).en

We believed that

Matter can be neither created

Nor destroyed

But only altered in form

We believed that

Energy can be neither created

Nor destroyed

But only altered in form

But now we know that
energy may become matter

But now we know that
matter may become energy

And has been altered in form

The end of June 1945

Finds us expecting from day to day

To hear of the explosion

Of the first atomic bomb

Devised by man

All the problems are believed

To have been solved

At least well enough to make a bomb

Practicable

A sustained neutron

Neutron chain reaction

Resulting from nuclear fission

Has been demonstrated

Production plants
of several different types

Are in operation

Building a stock pile

Of the explosive materials

We do not know

When the first explosion will occur

Nor how effective it will be

The devastation from a single bomb

Is expected to be comparable to that

Of a major air raid by usual methods

A weapon has been developed

That is potentially destructive

Beyond the wildest nightmares

Of the imagination

A weapon so ideally suited

To sudden unannounced attack

That a country's major cities

Might be destroyed overnight

By an ostensibly friendly power

This weapon has been created
not by the devilish inspiration

Of some warped genius

But by the arduous labor

Of thousands of noble men and women

Working for the safety

Of their country

Working for the safety

The safety of their country

First of all, let me say

That I have no hope

Of clearing my conscience

The things we are working on

Are so terrible

That no amount of protesting

Or fiddling with politics

Will save our souls

The soul is a thing so impalpable

So often useless

And sometimes so embarrassing

That at this loss I felt

Only a little more emotion

Than if, during a walk

I had lost my visiting card

I found a new difficulty

With the latest design of the Super

But since I haven't

Thought it through yet

I would rather talk about it later

Talk about it now

No

Home stretch measures, Edward

Ruthless, brutal people

Must band together

To force the Fat Man

Components to dovetail

In time and space

The Cowpuncher Committee

Has a mandate

To "ride herd"

On the implosion program

We surround the plutonium core

From 32 points spaced equally

Around its surface

The 32 points

Are the centers

Of the 20 triangular faces

Of an icosahedron

Interwoven with the 12 pentagonal faces

Of a dodecahedron

We squeeze the sphere

Bring the atoms closer

Until the subcritical mass

Goes critical

We disturb the stable nucleus

We are bedeviled by faulty detonators

One detonator fizzles

Or goes off a millionth of a second

Too early or too late

It ruins the symmetry

Of the Gadget's nuclear guts...

No more quibbling

Over the plutonium core

...and we've got a misfire

It will be a solid ball

We have you to thank for that, Edward

We'll kick-start the reaction

With a modulated initiator

Let me apologize for my rudeness

I dislike group meetings

OK

You don't want to return to the meetings?

You don't have to

I'll talk with you about your group's work

By yourself

I received this letter

From my friend Leo Szilard

Szilard's a bright fellow

Kind of a busy-body

But very bright

"Many of us are inclined to say

That individual Germans

Share the guilt for acts

Which Germany committed
during this war

Because they did not raise their voices

In protest against those acts

Their defense that their protest

Would have been to no avail

Hardly seems acceptable

Even though these Germans

Could not have protested

Without running risks

To life and liberty

We scientists

Working on 'atomic power'

Are in a position

To raise our voices

Without such risks

Even though we might incur
the displeasure

Of those who are at present in charge

The people of the United States

Are unaware of the choice we face

And this only increases our responsibility

In this matter

We alone

Who have worked on 'atomic power'

We alone are in a position

To declare our stand"

I think it improper for a scientist

To use his prestige

As a platform
for political pronouncements

The nation's fate

Should be left in the hands

Of the best men in Washington

They have the information
which we do not possess

Men like Marshall

A man of great humanity and intellect

It is for them to decide, not us

Actually, I'm organizing a small meeting

In our building

The title is

"The Impact of the Gadget on Civilization"

I saw the announcement

I'd like to persuade you not to have it

I feel that such a discussion in the lab

In the technical area

Is quite inconsistent

With what we talk about there

These questions are not
technical questions

But political and social questions

And the answers given to them

May affect all mankind

For generations

In thinking about them

The men on the project

Have been thinking as citizens
of the United States

Vitally interested

In the welfare of the human race

I might warn you:

You could get in trouble

If you hold such a meeting

From radical to establishment figure

In two easy stages!

Isn't it better that I have a voice

Within the government?

This is a petition

To the President of the United States

"We, the undersigned scientists

Have been working in the field

Of atomic power

Until recently, we have had to fear

That in this war the United States

Might be attacked

The United States might be attacked

By atomic bombs

And that her only defense

Might lie in a counterattack

By the same means

Today, with the defeat of Germany

This danger is averted

And we feel impelled

To say what follows..."

The machinery has caught us in its trap

And we can't stop now

You want to know if it works

...atomic bombs may well be

Effective warfare

But attacks on Japan

Cannot be justified

Until we make clear

The terms of peace

And give them a chance to surrender

What do we know

About Japanese psychology?

What, shall we scientists

Judge the way to end the war?

We must first devise and demonstrate her

Where there won't be any people

Not on a city

Or a demonstration

Right here in the desert

Let them send observers

See for themselves

What if it's a dud?

Every time we test it

Something goes wrong

Some component is failing

The Gadget Division...

It's been thrown into turmoil

Yesterday we had blisters

Blisters on the sphere's surface

Infinitesimal, but large enough

To cause a fatal misfit

Between the hemispheres

Everybody is rushing around

They don't appear to be ready

But there's momentum

Everybody's working day and night

Nobody has a spare moment

And we work like dogs

It's hard to stop and think

As one ought to

Well, how do you feel?

Well, pretty excited

Like going out

To save civilization

The test must go on as scheduled

Groves has talked with Conant

And the "upper crust" in Washington

Doctor Stearns described the work

They've already done

On target selection

It was agreed

That psychological factors

In selecting the targets

Are of great importance

Kyoto

Double-A target

An intellectual center

Nagasaki: A secondary target

Yokohama

Nagoya

Fukuoka

Hiroshima

You used your scientific stature

To give political advice

In favor of immediate bombing?

I explained that the visual effect

Of an atomic bombing
would be tremendous

A brilliant luminescence

Rising to a height of 20,000 feet

The neutron effect of the explosion

Would be dangerous to life for a radius

Of at least two-thirds of a mile

A brilliant luminescence

Our only hope is

To convince everybody

That the next war will be fatal

For this purpose

Actual combat use

Might be the best thing

No, before the bomb is used

Japan must have some warning

A couple of days in advance

It's our position

As a great humanitarian nation

It's the fair play of our people

The Secretary of War

Concludes

That we cannot give the Japanese

Any warning

That we should seek to make

A profound psychological impression

On as many inhabitants as possible

Doctor Conant suggests

A vital war plant

As the most desirable target

Employing a large number of workers

And closely surrounded
by workers' houses

Truman will never see that petition

These forces of nature

Security officials

For purposes of destruction

Will deem it

A superfluous document

In light of the decisions

Being made at the highest levels

To an era of devastation

I've already told them in Washington

That several strikes

Would be feasible

The more decisive a weapon is

The more surely

It will be used

And no agreements will help

Could we have started the atomic age

With clean hands?

Am I in your light?

No, go on reading

The hackneyed light of evening
quarreling with the bulbs

The book's bent rectangle

Solid on your knees

Only my fingers in your hair

Only, only my eyes

Splitting the skull

To tickle your brain with love

In a slow caress blurring the mind

Kissing your mouth awake

Opening the body's mouth

Stopping the words

This light is thick with birds

And evening warns us

Warns us beautifully of death

Slowly I bend over you

Slowly your breath

Runs rhythms through my blood

As if I said I love you

And you should raise your head

I love you

Listening, listening

Speaking into the covert night:

Did someone say something?

Love, love, am I in your light?

Am I?

See how love alters

The living face

Go spin the immortal coin through time

Watch the thing flip through space

Tick tick

Long let me inhale

Deeply the odor of your hair

Into it plunge the whole of my face

Like a thirsty man

Into the water of a spring

And wave it in my fingers

Like a scented handkerchief

To shake the memories into the air

If you could know all that I see!

All that I feel!

All that I hear in your hair!

My soul floats, floats upon perfumes

As the souls of other men float

Float upon music

Your hair contains an entire dream

Full of sails and masts

It contains vast seas

Whose soft monsoons

Bear me to delightful climates

Where space is deeper and bluer

Where the atmosphere
is perfumed with fruit

With foliage and with human skin

In the ocean of your hair

I see brief visions of a port

Resounding

With melancholy songs

Of vigorous men of all nations

And ships of all shapes

Outlining their fine
and complicated architecture

Against an immense sky

Where eternal heat

Languidly quivers

In the glowing fire-grate of your hair

I inhale the odor of tobacco

Mingled with opium and sugar

In the night of your hair

I see the infinity

Of tropical azure resplendent

On the downed banks of your hair

I inebriate myself

With the mingled odors of tar

Of musk and of coconut oil

Long let me bite

Your heavy black tresses

It seems to me

That I am eating memories

The motive of it all was loneliness

All the panic encounters and despair

Were bred in fear, bred in fear

Of the lost night

Apart

Outlined by pain

Apart, alone

Promiscuous as mercy

Fear-led

And led again to fear

Toward the cave where part fire

And part pity

Lived in that voluptuousness

To end one and begin

Another loneliness

This is the most intolerable motive:

This must be given

Back to life again

Made superhuman

Made human, out of pain

Made superhuman

Made human, out of pain

Turned to the personal

The pure release:

The personal, the rings of Plato

And Homer's golden chain

Or Lenin with his cry

Of "dare we win?"

Those who most long for peace

Now pour their lives on war

Our conflicts

Carry creation and its guilt

These years' great arms

Are full of death and flowers

A world

Is to be fought for, sung, and built:

Love must imagine the world

What the hell is wrong with the weather?

The weather is whimsical

Thunderheads

Began moving in the area at 04:00 hours

Lightning...

What if it hits the tower

And detonates the bomb?

Rain is probably ruining

The electrical connections

General, weather forecasters

Have opposed this test for months

It was set within a window

Of unfavorable conditions:

Thunderstorms, rain

High winds, inversion layers

You overrode us, sir

Is this insubordination?

Now we are onsite

And conditions are exactly
the worst possible

With an electrical storm

Threatening not just the test

But the lives of those

Setting it up

500 U.S. Superfortresses

Are raining incendiary bombs

On four Japanese cities

Our B-29s are destroying

Half of every Jap city they hit

The President of the United States

Is talking to Joe Stalin in the morning

In Potsdam

This test will proceed as scheduled

With full weather compliance

Or you will spend the rest of your life

Behind bars

Mr. Meteorologist

We are seeing storm clouds coming in

Over the Chupadera Mesa
and the Oscuras

I am asking for a firm prediction

As to when the storm will pass

I am the heat of the sun

And the heat of the fire am I also:

Life eternal and death

I let loose the rain

Or withhold it

Arjuna

I am the cosmos revealed

And its germ that lies hidden

The volatility of the season

Makes such a prediction impossible

So you are refusing to forecast

Good weather for the test?

I recommend we postpone the decision

Until our next weather conference

At 2:00 AM

Hubbard, I want a specific time

At that time

I will recommend postponing the test

Until 5:30 AM

When the thunderstorms
would be dissipated

By the first rays of sun

I demand a signed weather forecast

I warn you

If you are wrong, I will hang you

I'll sign the report, sir

If we postpone

I'll never get my people

Up to pitch again

I hear Fermi

Just rushed into the mess hall
pleading for postponement

A sudden shift of wind

Could deluge the camp

With radioactive rain after the shot

The evacuation routes are inadequate

It could be a catastrophe

If I have to compromise security

By sending an evacuation force

Into nearby towns

Our cover's blown

The secret of the test

Will end up headlined
in tomorrow's newspapers

So far the press
is exercising voluntary censorship

With respect, sir

Anyone with two good eyes

Could have found Los Alamos

Just by following

The trail of beer cans from Santa Fe

But ever since
the first grams of plutonium

Arrived at Los Alamos, sir

The medical division has been studying

The toxic properties

Of the deadly metal

Its metabolism is similar

To radium:

Enough of it in the human body

Eats through vital tissues

Disintegrates human kidneys

And causes fatal bone cancer

Sir, no cure has yet been found

For the agonies that result

From overexposure

To fallout and radiation

Feelings of heat and cold

Pleasure and pain

Are caused by the contact

Of the senses with their objects

They come and they go

Never lasting long

You must accept them

You what?

I've been preoccupied

With many matters

But the prospect of fallout

Has not been high on my priority list

Now you're telling me
that we should be ready

To evacuate Trinity?

Bring in troops and trucks

To get everyone out
at a moment's notice

If something goes wrong?

That could be the case, sir

What are you, a Hearst propagandist?

A serene spirit
accepts pleasure and pain

With an even mind

And is unmoved by either

He alone is worthy of immortality

I'm having to double

As camp psychologist

I keep in constant touch

With a team of psychiatrists
at Oak Ridge

Several of the younger scientists

Are talking wildly

Of failure and possible disaster

Their fears are threatening

To infect the rest of the camp

Two hours ago

One young scientist became hysterical

And had to be removed

Under sedation

There's an air of excitement at the camp

That I do not like

This is a time when calm deliberation
is most essential

Oppenheimer is getting advice

From all sides

On what he should and should not do

The best thing I can do

Is introduce as much of an atmosphere
of calm as possible

Into this very tense situation

The main problem is the weather

We have the best weathermen
the armed forces can give us

Their predictions have always been
on the money

The only time they've been wrong
is right now

On the day it counts

Get them out of here

From now on

I'm making my own weather predictions

General you are bearing up
with remarkable fortitude

Only your waistline is suffering

I've been urged into action

As a child I often ate
great quantities of food

Sweets and chocolate, and so forth

This was a subject of concern

To my father and to my stepmother

I have here detailed diets

That were, at least in theory

Intended to be followed

I did stick to one
last August and September

You can see my daily menus

And my weight

Here, see:

On August 7 I weighed 227 pounds

By September 24 I am down to 212

All the menus are meticulously drawn up

Down to the last calorie

In this particular diet

The average number of calories per day

Is only 1,020

It would hardly keep a bird alive

But then there's the two brownies:

200 calories

And on September 15

Three pieces of chocolate cake:

300 calories

You don't look so good

Get some sleep

I'll turn in myself

I want Kistiakowsky, Bainbridge

And Officer Bush up on that bomb tower

To prevent potential sabotage

Good night

Batter my heart, three person'd God

For, you as yet

But knock

Breathe, knock

Breathe, shine

And seek to mend

Batter my heart, three person'd God

That I may rise and stand

O'erthrow me

And bend Your force

To break, blow

Break, blow

Break, blow, burn

And make me new

I, like an usurpt town

To another due

Labor to admit you

But oh, to no end

Reason, your viceroy in me

Me should defend

But is captiv'd

And proves weak or untrue

Yet dearly I love you

And would be lov'd fain

But am betroth'd unto your enemy

Divorce me

Untie, or break that knot again

Take me to you, imprison me

For I except you enthrall me

Never shall be free

Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me

Wary of time

Oh, it seizes the soul tonight

I wait for the great morning

Of the west

Confessing with every breath

Mortality

Moon of this wild sky struggles

To stay whole

Struggles to stay whole

And on the water

Silvers the ships of war

I go alone in the black-yellow light

All night waiting for day

While everywhere the sure death of light

The leaf's sure return to the root

Is repeated in million

Death of all men

To share

Whatever world I know

Shines ritual death

Wide under this moon

They stand gathering fire

Fighting with flame

Stand fighting in their graves

All shining with life

As the leaf, as the wing shines

All shining

Shining, shining

All things shine

The stone deep in the mountain

The drop in the green wave

Lit by their energies

All things shine, all things secretly

All things shine

Nothing can black that glow of life

Although each part goes crumbling down

Itself shall rise up whole

Now I say there are new meanings

Now I name death

Death, our black honor

And feast of possibility

To celebrate

Casting of life on life

This earth-long day

Between blood and resurrection

Where we wait remembering sun, seed

Remembering sun, seed, and fire

Remembering that fierce
Judean Innocent

Who risked every mortal meaning

On one life

Given to our year

As sun and spirit are

As seed we are blessed

Only in needing freedom

Now I say

That the peace the spirit needs

Is peace

Not lack of war

But fierce, continual flame

Fierce flame

A fierce flame

For all men: Effort is freedom

Effort is peace

It fights

And along these truths

The soul goes home

Flies in its blazing to a place

More safe and round than Paradise

Night of the soul

Our dreams in the arms of dreams

Dissolving into eyes that look upon us

Dreams the sources of action

The meeting and the end

A resting-place among the flight

Of things

In the north the cloud-flower blossoms

And now the lightning flashes

And now the thunder clashes

And now the rain comes down

Ah, my little one

My little one

It's midnight, Jack

There's quite a fierce storm
going on up here

I have a certain amount of respect

For that atomic bomb

Being right next to it

Sparks seem to be flying

Lightning is striking all around

We've got to consider

The minimum specifications

Under which this operation

Can be conducted

If you ask me

Testing this thing tonight

Is a blunder of the first magnitude

I have to attach this canister

To the top of the tower

Tubes to measure the speed

Of the bomb's chain reaction

Rossi and I have been rechecking it

All night

I have to have it all turned on

And tested before

You know, I'm really scared

About this object here in the tower

A short while ago

A model of the X unit

Fired spontaneously in a storm

This weather is really something

You don't want to be around

With a bomb nearby

I'm leaving for my station
at North-10,000.

The men in charge of monitoring

Expected fallout

Are prepared for two alternatives:

A "North Blow"

Or a "South Blow"

If the winds hold in their current position

The shelter at North-10,000

Will be inundated with radioactive debris

I've dreamed the same dream

Several nights running

I'm almost at the top of the tower

And then I misstep

And I'm falling

A long, slow fall

And each time, before I strike the ground

I wake up sweating

In the west the cloud-flower blossoms

And now the lightning flashes

And now the thunder clashes

And now the rain comes down

Ah, my little one

To the farthest west

The sea and the striped country

And deep in the camps

Among the wounded cities

Half-world over

The waking dreams of night

Outrange the horrors

Past fierce and tossing skies

The rare desires shine

In constellation

I hear your cries, your little voices

Of children

Swaying wild, swaying wild

Night lost, night lost

In black fields calling

I hear you, I hear you

As the seething dreams

Arrive over the sea

And past the flaming mountains

In the south the cloud-flower blossoms

And now the lightning flashes

And now the thunder clashes

And now the rain comes down

A delay in the Potsdam ultimatum

Could result in a delay

In the Japanese reaction

With a further delay

To the atomic attack on Japan

Obviously, a reasonable time

Has to be allowed for the Japanese

To consider the ultimatum

Ah, little one

Fermi is taking wagers

As to whether the bomb

Will ignite the atmosphere

And if so

Whether it will destroy

Just New Mexico

Or the entire world

I fail to appreciate your black humor

Doctor Teller

This is exactly the kind of loose talk

That might paralyze the enlisted men
with fright

Edward's a great one

For oddball problems, General

I asked for, and I obtained

A most important assignment

One that many consider superfluous

There have been some suggestions

That we might have miscalculated

That the explosion could be much larger

Than we had anticipated

Might we not be setting off

A huge chain reaction

That will encircle the globe

In a sea of fire?

It's my job to make a last check

And review

I've spent a great deal of time

Indulging in controlled fantasies

Trying to dream up new,
undiscovered laws of nature

Undiscovered laws

That a sudden release

Of atomic energy might bring into play

There was a possibility

That the test blast

Might touch off a natural phenomenon

A natural phenomenon
that is not contrary to our knowledge

But perhaps beyond our experience

In July, three years ago

I made some of the initial calculations

And my figures indicated

That the bomb would, indeed

Create enough heat

To ignite the earth's atmosphere

You'll remember

That I immediately called a halt

To those meetings

We asked Bethe

About your numbers

His calculations showed

That even extreme pressures
and temperatures

Reached in the interior of our explosion

Will not be high enough

To fuse the hydrogen

With either nitrogen or helium

The Gadget won't set fire

To the atmosphere

My revised figures

Agree with Bethe's

I can find no reason to believe

The test shot

Will touch off the destruction of the world

No reason to think

That our advance calculations

Are not entirely correct

Edward

The test will be delayed an hour or more

The climax

Of our two-billion dollar experiment:

Will we have a "dud"

A "fizzle" at Trinity?

This drizzle is bone-chilling

Here... I brought a jar of suntan lotion

Pass it around

The winds have actually shifted

A full 360 degrees in the last 12 hours

Thunderstorms
and 30-mile-an-hour winds

Are raking the test site

In the east the cloud-flower blossoms

You are eight minutes late

And now the lightning flashes

General

A night rain

In a tropical air mass behaves differently

From a standard southwestern
afternoon storm

This is no normal storm, sir

Neither Bainbridge nor I

Have slept in over two days

There is still hope for a shot

Maybe sometime

Between dawn at 5:00 AM

And sunrise at 6

Prepare to fire

At 5:30

This program has been plagued
from the start

By the presence of certain scientists

Of doubtful discretion
and uncertain loyalty

It was agreed in Washington

That nothing can be done
about dismissing those men

Until after the bomb

Has actually been used

Or, at best

Until after the test has been made

Oh yes, Time has returned

Time has returned

Now Time reigns absolute

And with the hideous old man

The whole of his demonic retinue
has returned

- Memories, regrets...
- To keep a weakness secret...

...Spasms, fears...
...To deny it...

...Afflictions, nightmares...
...And break through...

...Rages and neuroses
...In the dream of chieftains

The corn distinct again

In gold-white tuft-feathers

The roads all paved, stony, savage

The knocking in the chest resumed

"Your father has a passion for freedom"

Rang and rang in the small boy's head

Then word came from a runner,
a stranger:

"They are dancing

To bring the dead back

In the mountains"

We danced at an autumn fire

We danced the old hate and change

The coming again of our leaders

But they did not come

I just finished reading
The Magic Mountain

By Thomas Mann

And of course

To go to this mysterious mountain

On top of which

There would be a secret laboratory

Which we would go into

The doors would slam shut

And a few years later

We would come out

Bearing an atomic bomb

I assure you that now the seconds

Are strongly and solemnly accentuated

And each one

Spouting out of the clock, says:

"I am Life

Insupportable, implacable Life!"

The winter dawned

But the dead did not come back

News came on the frost:

"The dead are on the march!"

We danced in prison

To a winter music

Many we loved

Began to dream of the dead

They made no promises

We never dreamed a threat

And the dreams spread

And love

Which contains all human spirit

All wish

The eyes and hands, sex, mouth

Hair, the whole woman

Fierce peace

Fierce peace I say at last

Fierce peace

And the sense of the world

There is only one second
in the life of men

Whose mission it is

To announce good news

The good news, the good news,
which fills every man

With an inexplicable fear

The only saviors
are the ham sandwiches

And hot coffee

They have an informal betting pool going

Everybody puts in a dollar

Whoever guesses the explosive yield

Is a rich man

I guess 300 tons of TNT

A very low estimate

Not much more than 30

10-ton blockbuster bombs

In other words

What you're predicting

Is we'll get nothing more than a fizzle

I confess my utter amazement

That these scientists are glooming
over their coffee cups

About their uncertainties

Of the coming test

The bomb has a blackboard potential

Of nearly 20,000 tons

That's 20 kilotons of TNT

No one thinks for a minute

We'll achieve a yield like that

Bethe and Ulam guess small:

Five to seven kilotons

The scientists refuse to believe

What their own calculations tell them

I confess

That I am not optimistic myself

Maybe a 40 or 60% chance of success

I alone scoff

At my colleagues' pessimism

I pick 45 kilotons

At the sight of this

Your Shape stupendous

Full of mouths and eyes

Terrible with fangs

Oh master

Terrible with fangs

At the sight of this

Your Shape stupendous

Full of mouths and eyes

Feet, thighs and bellies

All the worlds are fear-struck

Even just as I am

When I see you, Vishnu, omnipresent

Shouldering the sky, in hues of rainbow

Master

At the sight of this

Your Shape stupendous

With your mouths agape

And flame-eyes staring

All my peace is gone

Oh, my heart is troubled

All my peace is gone

Oh, my heart is troubled

Master

When I see you, Vishnu, omnipresent

With your flame-eyes staring,
all my peace is gone

Lieutenant Bush

Keep a weather eye on Oppenheimer

There is concern

Our high-strung director

Might have a breakdown
at the last minute

The radio connection

With the control tower

Is out of order

And no one really knows

When the bomb will go off

Or where to look for it

The scientists are standing around
in the dark

And munching candy bars as we wait

For some divine revelation

To tell us when the shot will go

To what benevolent demon

Do I owe the joy
of being thus surrounded

Thus surrounded with mystery

With silence

With peace

And with perfumes?

Oh beatitude!

That which we generally call life

Even when it's fullest and happiest

Has nothing in common

With that supreme life

Which I now know

And which I am tasting

Minute by minute

Second by second!

No! There are no more minutes

No more seconds!

Time has disappeared

It is Eternity that reigns now!

That's the signal

The shot will go in five minutes

Everyone should take his place
in the trenches

The sky is clear to the east

And over Ground Zero

And South-10,000

But overcast to the west

We have visibility

Greater than 60 miles

The surface wind
from the east-southeast

Is three to six miles per hour

Below 500 feet

The rain has stopped

In the summer

Dreaming was common to all of us

The drumbeat hope

The bursting heart of wish

Music to bind us

As the visions streamed

And midnight brightened

Brightened to belief

In the midnight

In the flame-brilliant midnight

Dreamers wake

Dreamers wake in the night

And sing their songs

In the flame-brilliant midnight

Promises of life, singing to each of us

With tongues of flame:

"We are hopes

You should have hoped us

We are dreams

You should have dreamed us"

Calling our name

Zero minus two minutes

The two-minute warning rocket

Has sputtered out prematurely

That was an ominous sign

Lord, these affairs

Are hard on the heart

Give us water, please

The children want water

Mr. Tanimoto, please help us

I cannot find my husband