Born to a prominent patriot and
Raised as a champion of Kendo.
Little did you know that you
Were a romantic reborn as a
Runaway horse: Power is action,
And to truly know is to act.
Purple being the colour of corruption
While your nation was colourblind.
Your dream of the exploding sun behind
Eyelids, which burst forth like the bowels of
*This poem was inspired by Yukio Mishima’s novel Runaway Horses.