Night
Close
Thief
Tonight
Not
Holy
Beads
But
Daggers
Flashing
In
The
Red
light
of
the
red
stars
for
this
night
Where be the beauties
That
The
Night
Smuggled?
The
Pilot
Danced
In
The
Night
Loud
Was
The
Music
Before
The
Kamikaze:
Loud
The
Ghosts
Were
Listless
Silent
Dawn was cowed
And days held their breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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