Shock. Dream. Mirage.
Burning – not melting,
both beckoning and scaring, while
this sparkly tongue sticks out, playing,
above the mane, like lightning, – flying
like steed’s extension: grace and style.
Stroke. Shine. Blood. Whistle.
The shining trifle
rings like a string, stifles like wealth
and crushes lives. What’s left? Just brittle
blood-bathed steel fallos – senseless, lethal –
like an extension of myself.
04-06.08, 2010
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* Bushido historian and observer, martial arts’ choreographer
in “The Last Samurai” movie.