Ill Bone (Japanese poet)

The Dead

when you’ve forgotten them
from an antique radio
the voices of the dead
start speaking to the world
and in this way another summer
comes to an end
a motorcycle on the beach
quickly forgotten
from the depths of the stormy, silent sea
you only stare
and in this way another summer
comes to an end
i can’t see flowers, birds, the moon
from an antique window
i see only the dead and the state
filling the world
and in this way another summer
comes to an end