Author Information
Glimpse Of The Innkeeper
Within the shadowed corridors of his high white house
(shadily acquired), the Innkeeper stomps out ovals of rage:
against rivers, mountains, vast tracts of preserved forests,
protected peoples not as pallid as he is, and the stars above
them all; because he cannot hang his name placards upon them.
Before his name had become a rank and rankling curseword
among us, all these had long thrived in their varied existences:
verifiable Histories that the Innkeeper can neither twist to his
own purpose, nor expunge.
Kyakuchuu
