Oppenheimer at the end

“I dreamt I was drinking a calf’s head
the color of turtles and painting.

In heelless shoes and hunting pinks
moccasins and jackets

I walked through graveyards
listening to the bones in their boxes:

to the maracas of death.
This is how it is.”

 [The genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima -Pablo Picasso]