New Mexico, July 16, 1945

First light.
Night ghosts—rattlesnakes,
scorpions—seek their holes.

          At the bunker, the team
          puts on their goggles.

In Carrizozo, the morning train
whistles for the station.
Day begins to dawn.

Then the sun—but rising
in the west.

A woman prays.
By the grace of God,
this must be the judgement,
this must be the end of the world.