the destined end,
equal pressure tastes the jaws of defeat
no wind blows and
rising is void in vesuvian heat
this duty, a noble thing from beyond
that belies its infantile immediacy
plum blossom wishing for a creeper's bond
stoic roots cling onto an empty wind's decree
fire in the hull,
steel origami cranes zip through the night
gray! all too dull
'til leaping patriots set sea alight
one hundred million hearts beating as one
held in the eye of a twink with winged twilight's fog
yokosukan fires may burn like the sun
but jiro, passion's grip means nothing from a dog
Written by Janette B on May 30, 2023. FUCK COPYRIGHT!