An Ancient Kingdom
Along the shore of Honshu
I saw six mounds
Where ancient kings were buried
They are taboo
And long established custom has it
No one may delve or enter
Centuries ago
A wave rose from the sea
And drowned their kingdom
Now, on autumn nights
The lights of their processions
Flicker on the summits of the graves
The ancients have awoken
Their solemn festivals and rites
Illuminated
Lit with spirit light
Honored with the fanfare
Of the crashing of the sea
Six kings
Of the cursed kingdom
Of Fukushima
Who buried them?
It was their fearful subjects
Who buried them alive
Pavel
March 18, 2011
