White Shadows

White Shadows
  (a poem for August 6th)

As the rising sun 
  Blinds on the horizon,
She is warmed, she’s a girl,
  She’s iridescent, she’s the World

No more eating peas and rice from her lunchbox,
  Now carbonized, displayed on the museum shelf,
No more worry brother won’t return home from war,
  No more Mama-san work in the kitchen

Come see the pearls of purity
  Grow about her bright new soul,
Cleansing crass grains worldly
  As an oyster from its shell,
From sex, from lust, take money,
  Of impoverishing the world for our fear we’re hungry,
The crimes of empire dishonor a nation,
  But not her, not now

As with her we laud pure angels

Now we are too white shadows, cast,
  Daisy petals from the blast