Early 1430's
Five years of stillness…
We watch mists over Fuji.
How monotonous.
Warm breeze in Kansai.
Fished out all carps from the pond:
Bones stuck between teeth.
Full moon. We are bored.
China growls as foreigners
rape her. Let’s join in.
The hot summer sun
melts flesh in vacant rice fields.
In silence, blood screams.
Wet hair in her face
a widow with empty eyes
floats among lilies.
War historians
recreate every thing but
the stillness of death.
Caring and friendly
our army hobbles onward,
amidst autumn hills.
Dead leaves on the road.
In the art of sword fighting
we are superior.
This time we manage
To close the gates of hell
Getting four provinces.