I planted you in my garden in JuneYou spread many hands under the sun,Trying to absorb the gift from heavenLike a small Kwannon sitting in Nehan.I wonder what you'll see after I'm gone.Standing on the piled rotten corpses,Your roots will fill their bullet holes.Then you'll absorb their blood in autumn,And drop red hands to purify their sin.Then crucify your body in white winter.But you have to repeat it every year,Since nobody cares what you do for us.They don't know why your hands are red.But I know what your are trying to do.My withered body will help you grow tall,And I will meld into your hands and soul. |
![]() (c)2000 Naoki Takao (1986)
|
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------