the hits keep coming
words not fists maliciously
to gut and to jaw
scars of old are raw again

shouting in silence
bear witness the burning hope
poems of old he rides
across wires synapse misfires

from keyboard somber
roman candle poems explode
crowd gathers watching
some cheer the rising tempest

others silent mourn
of charred corpse but one thing left
heart impervious
reincarnation he wills

now bereft of happiness


This is my first attempt at the Japanese poetry form of choka.

choka, a form of waka (Japanese court poetry of the 6th to 14th century) consisting of alternating lines of five and seven syllables and ending with an extra line of seven syllables. The total length of the poem is indefinite.