Cultural Exchange
Today we give you
a volume of poems by
the Basho street kids:
when pigs are flying
through riots of pink blossom
all humans have rights,
some more than others.
There aren’t enough syllables
to mention them all.
Ponds, frogs, crows, petals,
mists, the dusk, and cicadas –
but best of all, hawks.
By the way, haiku
are Japanese, but you won't
know they're different.
You give us the gift
of old songs by Prince Philip –
such rich ironies! –
we especially
liked the one about Inky
Chinky Chinaman!
In our country, he
would have been murdered in cold
blue blood! Ha ha ha!
