Winter in Japan

The bells still ring, battering

The precious sculpture I carved

For her, or the next lover

And tearing the pages of scripture

Yet to be written, aborted now

As a high-school accident

Still ringing, still ringing.

Open mouthed and closed eared

I shriek till the toll is paid

The wood still stands, snow

still falls in my closed eyes

temple , fires, music, the forest

a dear and a yakuza girl

I wished to know more.