The Japanese Tear Poem by Marieta Maglas

The wave had a curved lip struck,
Shining in late light.
While it was coming to nothing.
Being clothed only in its sound
To dance its macabre dance
On the earth's withered bark,
It started to destroy the life.
While hoarding their last days,
People could feel the radiation's effects on them.

They were like lost lilies
Curved over their stricken lips
To take their last sliver of light,
The vast bulk of the time
And the whole whiteness in waiting.
Some of them, while being pierced by
The wood's woven shades,
Were singing lullabies about the late lilies
In autumn.
After that, they disappeared
In the wave's mystery
And in that late low light
Flaming invisible tongues of flames
With water.


In some lullabies,
There were notched
some white ubiquitous crosses.
Those people started to speak
In the Mother Earth's unique tongue
While whitening wood's woven waters
Before crossing the notch
And ascending to Heaven.


They had been floating
On the wave while looking so wounded
And our memories were notched
with their crosses.



They became the only voices
Being clothed in their groan
Impressing the withered bark
Of the exhausted Mother Earth
Losing the water of life
In the water.


Others lived their last seconds
To disappear in the gray stones
Still keeping in their minds
The heavy weight of their groans.

The pale planet
Was fissuring the wound
Of her stumbling block,
The pale planet
Was crisping the air in her icy breathes
To sow its sorrow in its new seed
Of winds.

With an eternal starvation of souls,
The blackness filled its inside.
Some pink bleeding clouds
Reddened the dreary rain
Waiting for the rainbow of hope.

Poem by Marieta Maglas