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Saturday, April 9, 2011

8.9 years old

I have a bird’s eye view today,
not high enough
I hear the waters whirl and I think it’s the breeze

I’m a turi 1
snatching your plastic helmet,
resting in its nest
as if it’s my mother’s womb

Can I cover all eyes with my tiny hands, Mr?

What if I turn into a washi 2, washing away death from the flooded streets,
blowing some feathery life into those ruins,
stuffing some air with my beak into those lungs

What if I turn into a karasu 3, knotting people’s wishes into a bundle,
kneeling in front of all dying prey,
eating my guts out to kill that emptiness

Will you keep our heads above the roughness of umi 4 then, Mr?
Will you stay when we reach the end of this mud-ness?
(Mr crosses the waters like Moses – Mr says nothing)

SO I REPEAT

I have a bird’s eye view today,
never high enough
I hear my people’s sighs slicing the air and I think it’s the sweet sun

I’m a turi
landing on your military uniform,
sucking red milk from your sleeve
as if it’s my mother’s breast

Am I allowed to vomit my loss into your rescuing hands?

I have no home today
No home Mr
Just you carrying me on your back until we meet Land again

(umi moves in and out – umi continues its soaking sounds)

Whooooooshhhhhhh
Shhhhhhhwhhhhhoooshhhhhhh

Then what, Mr?
Then what?


1 Bird in Japanese
2 Eagle in Japanese
3 Crow in Japanese
4 Sea in Japanese



selected to be published in Art Attack Volume III International Poetry Collection
ART ATTACK COMPETITION - Volume III - 2011