The Sun: ode to Japan

06 August 2017

 

2,272,147,200 seconds ago

37,869,120 minutes ago

631,152 hours ago

26,298 days ago

3,757 weeks ago

864 months ago

72 years ago…

the sun fell from the sky

over Hiroshima

rather, we dropped it.

Slightly less time has passed

since we dropped a second sun

from the sky

over Nagasaki.

 

I sit here this evening

drinking tea

as the sun sets

over the Pacific.

Pali

Longing to set sail once

more

casualties of a war

waged with germs

and guns

and drugs

and spam

and pineapples

and sugarcane

and chemicals

and steel

and my heart is numb

and I cannot feel

your pain

the goddess burns

a fire not quenched

by rain

put on grass skirts

you can entertain

the masses

as they raise glasses

to toast tresspasses of old

all that glitters

was stolen

and sold by bitter men

with bibles and swords

reaping rewards

taken at knifes edge

forsaken, you’re on a ledge

and they push you

and count silver coins

as you fall

out of history books

but they don’t turn back

for one last look

and see you

climbing up the pali.

Kalaupapa

how many feet

have walked along this trail

for years and years

and years before

hiking shoes and boots

how many mules

have stepped on these stones

carying the weight of history

how many tears have fallen

remains a mystery

but we taste the salt

on these cliffs

as the winds shift

and the clouds lift

and it is a gift

to breathe this air

to see clearly

and stare

a thousand miles

out to sea

as thousands of eyes

have stared

from this peninsula

longing to be free,

and thousands before that

for generations

and generations ,

branches pruned

from a family tree

fishermen and farmers

displaced by brothers and sisters

discarded by fear,

and a teardrop falls

from the sky

and another

and another

and the heavens still cry

for the dead.

 

Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone. -Kurt Vonnegut