the cherry blossoms are out
but half its people
are not here to see them
since the first justification
of saving lives, we have done nothing but lose
ourselves to blind hunger for
a precarious safety
built on the cancerous cremations
of human, hawk, herring
each uranium tear a blistering
of heart of earth, of relation
tell me how to come back
to where the sakura blooms
Written 14 March 2011
Published in The Writers Block Magazine (Issue 8)
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