Simon Graham: [narrating] They say Japan was made by a sword. They say the old gods dipped a coral blade into the ocean, and when they pulled it out four perfect drops fell back into the sea, and those drops became the islands of Japan. I say, Japan was m


Crash

Simon Graham: [narrating] They say Japan was made by a sword. They say the old gods dipped a coral blade into the ocean, and when they pulled it out four perfect drops fell back into the sea, and those drops became the islands of Japan. I say, Japan was made by a handful of brave men. Warriors, willing to give their lives for what seems to have become a forgotten word: honor. THE LAST SAMURAI





CRASH


In the early morning hours
a hero rises
from his slumber.
A samurai from pre-Meiji
transported to modern succession,
where images and language
pattern one's desires.
Cultural vortex.
Dizzying series of transformations.
Breasts are swelling.
Waists are narrowing .
Flaunting cunning artifice .
Syllogisms of color
influx a clever deception of senses .
Eight and ten turns of the sun.
Hubristic elation.
Dark moods despair .
Monotonous cadence,
amidst boorish hymns.
Police bungles,
minority outcasts ,
boardroom squbbles ,
political manoeuvring .
Executions
Spin
like spiders.
Great blue waves CRASH
against granite.
Without blinking.







Poetry by TheresaCecilia
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:24

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