I wrote this poem on the 49th anniverary of Dec. 7th. I post it here for your comments.
Mushotoku
By
Richard Scott
The essence of One Cut, We climbed Mt. Niitaka,
That bright December morning on the East Wind Rain.
Crying, “Asia for Asians!”, we stooped out of the sky over the harbor of pearls,
Like cherry blossom petals on the Kamikaze,
To slay the sleeping giant, honor our Emperor and our ancestors.
We ran wild over the Pacific for a year,
But we had only awakened the giant,
Filling him with a terrible resolve.
Our Chiburi, blood falling like rain,
Was scattered across the jungles and atolls of the Pacific,
Leaving a trail for him to follow,
Back to the home islands.
We honored our Emperor and our ancestors,
But the giant brought with him the Whirlwind,
That burned shadows into the walls of Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
And changed the Divine Showa into a human being.
Mushotoku
By
Richard Scott
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