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Mishima
He existed in Japan far and free from fear,
A descendant of the noble samurai,
His life was but brief like a firework rocket,
Exploding in the sky only to disappear...
Yukio Mishima's life shined like sun and steel,
Writing, theater,temple of body and action,
Even body building three days a week,
Aware of words before flesh in a life surreal...
His pen was far mightier than katana sword,
The divine wind carried his spirit away,
To a sea of fertility along with final death poem,
In ritual suicide ending his life to his own accord...
Mishima, the spirit of the samurai honors you,
Feudal lords rule your land no more.
Now we know true beauty attacks, robs and finally destroys
In poetry with a splash of blood even in your failed coup...
