…Hauntingly
despotic—
and surreally unchaotic;not a beating of a drum
nor the bleating of a gun:
but the coming of a train,
with a siren of refrain.An epitome of Japan.
The slow coming—
the low becoming—
of death;and the death
of a man.The death of man—
the human Japan—
while the snow—
falling—
is a funeral mourning.Cherries flower—
blossoming white—
losing petals—
failing sight;People approach—
cowering grey—
the coming train—
without delay.An epitome of humanity.
