Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 5

My Japan Is not this Japan. My Japan is all in rows— On time, shiny, new Always lit up. My Japan is on the run, Always so much more work to be done. Spinning faster to get on top, My Japan will never stop. My Japan is in ancient, green-topped mountains, Peeling red gates, Cold, moss covered statues Waiting for no tomorrow. My Japan is on its head Left somewhere amongst the dead The fired, the piles of stone— Memorials to our once Babbling towers. The crying statues, waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow. This Japan is not My Japan.