A Saucerful of Free-form Haiku



What a lonely man I turned out to be
Caked with mud
On the steps of the station

–Kawamura Michio



It was only a weed
But that’s the reason it reached out
For the sky, for the sun

–Taguchi Satoshi



The stench of sweet olives
So much like rotting corpses
The moon was rising

–Saika Kazuo




To die for their country
they cross dark waves
to tread on foreign soil


I step from the dark waves
into a foreign land
only to die in battle


To die for my country
I step out of the dark waves
and onto foreign soil

–Yokoyama Rinji


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