Poems by Tsuru Akira (鶴彬)


Coming in flurries
The snow that falls on the sea
Becomes the sea


From the dawn of time
On down the line
People are hungry


The anteater’s tongue
Doesn’t quite reach
The ants underground


Standing at gunpoint
in a mass of people —
my father


We make bullets
To kill our friends
All night long,
All night long


The warhorse was forced
to carry on its back
the whip that beat it


A kind of funeral procession —
Brides and grooms marching in line
Raising their hands to Hitler


Embracing the dawn
In the darkness —
A flower bud

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