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In That Japanese Town Again








In That Japanese Town Again






I was there, too.
Sipping on a medium mug

of American-bought green tea.



(But it's been steeped in for so long.)





But if you try to question
how bitter it tasted,
well, it is not that bitter
β€”in the greater scheme of things





(Tho', screaming, in my dreams:

"If the Japanese withstood

bombings from the skies
like no other,
then why can't they
go through this one?")





Theirs, once again,
are framed signatures,
like household items
in Kyoto; after funerals that
were faced with protests in the state;






Preservation at its best,
equally interinvolved with caveats

β€”a newer testament in the Eastern front?




So long, cultural values.



So long, moral values.



Farewell, spiritual values!








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited 10.25.2022:

 

1.  Replaced the word Conservancy with its more appropriate word designation for what I was thinking about by the time of its inception (I was mistaken at the proper word usage to mean the preservation of Japan's traditional buildings or architectures or, definitely, its own heritage reflected in many of its natural landscapes, notwithstanding its built environment (rojis, satoyama, Takayama City, et al).

 

2.  Reedited form, despite being a free-verse form, just to make one long line to not stand out

awkwardly from the seemingly uniformly ordered poem.

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