From a young age your mind
Was that of a judge, a logician.
Watching your romantic friend die,
Washing away his spring snow spirit,
Another friend breaking his bowels
Like a spurred runaway horse,
And another, but this time a love,
Mesmerised your eyes with her
Tanned thighs, but later died: a poison
From a snake that crippled your
*This poem was inspired by Yukio Mishima’s novel ‘The Temple of Dawn‘.