Natsuko Hirata
A mortician in August
Widower mortician has
no tea sets.
Systematically, brightly, orderly, friendly,
funeral hall
in August.
Reticent sunflowers are standing by
the Unknown Soldiers’ souls.
Who holds a funeral when
they die —— soldiers, the mortician?
He wants to be
dispersed.
Natsuko Hirata is a resident of Tokyo, She is the editor of Quince Wharf, an e-journal that includes translations into Japanese of poetry in English, and she has done translations of the work of Sandy McIntosh and Thomas Fink. She is learning poem writing under Thomas Fink. Her poetry has appeared in the Marsh Hawk Review, several issues of Otoliths, and BlazeVOX.
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Conversation with a sage at a desolate graveyard
"Each different tones hidden in single color.
Let me show you maybe someday."
"Maybe someday."
———Delphic.
Soundless
chill air,
unburnt
garbage,
deliberate
delphinium.
paisley's
venation.
The grave stones
listen to the whispers,
and see
how breeze
develop.
A mortician in August
Widower mortician has
no tea sets.
Systematically, brightly, orderly, friendly,
funeral hall
in August.
Reticent sunflowers are standing by
the Unknown Soldiers’ souls.
Who holds a funeral when
they die —— soldiers, the mortician?
He wants to be
dispersed.
Natsuko Hirata is a resident of Tokyo, She is the editor of Quince Wharf, an e-journal that includes translations into Japanese of poetry in English, and she has done translations of the work of Sandy McIntosh and Thomas Fink. She is learning poem writing under Thomas Fink. Her poetry has appeared in the Marsh Hawk Review, several issues of Otoliths, and BlazeVOX.