The Flower of Carnage

Dead
In the morning
Snow of
Sorrow falls

The stray dog's
Howling
Clogs
Creaking

It's okay
To keep walking
Embracing the darkness
With a single umbrella

A woman
Walking the path of life
Distant tears
Have been shed

Turning back
To the river
The days of the journey
Recede

The crane that was said to
Move
Cried
With the rain and wind

Even the disappearing water
Reflects fraying
Not even showing tears
With a single umbrella

A woman
Walking the path of resentment
Her heart is distant
Has been abandoned

Duty, compassion
Tears, dreams
Yesterday and tomorrow
Words without change

To the river of resentment
Surrendering oneself
The true intention is distant
Has been abandoned