Night without end. My heart clings
to the lower tip of the crescent moon.
In bleeding calculation
I evaluate the price.
Vast -- in its passion ratio
to that of my withering body!
November 2009 Issue of Word Catalyst
Biting NOT Barking: Flag-Covered Coffin Haiku by Nick Virgilio
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*English Original*
flag-covered coffin:
the shadow of the bugler
slips into the grave
*Selected Haiku*, 1988
Nick Virgilio
*Chinese Translation (Traditi...
