Vagabond Multilingual Journal Spring 2005 | Page 35

Samurai Sword I march along the street, and in my hand, I hold umbrella tight, like a samurai sword. Just come across my way, your head will roll off your shoulders without a word! This time you’ll lay under the icy sharpness of my knife With naked body shaking, you will plead to spare your life. But poor fool, you won’t be able to awaken Mercy in my soul And my revenge will turn into your constellation on the wall. Your cooled off pupils will ?xate the sticky dread. I’ll feel more peaceful, knowing that you are dead. And so, I’m walking down the street- as though I’m on the path of War I meditate about death, having forgotten all the dreams I dreamt before. I’m ready to avenge you for my shame, which is still warm My eyes and nose keep on the look out for the coming storm. How sweetly beautiful and somber is the day today! What’s that! Across the path of war I see my prey! I am prepared for this encounter in real life! I’ll ?nally destroy your ghost and end my strife! For that betrayal, all those brutal tortures of my heart, I heated up, and with the heat I made a blow to tear you apart. The air swiftly split from underneath my “sword,” I pushed the headless shadow- seeing it fall was a reward! In the obscurity of day your ghost melted away And in the blood of the setting sun, I went my way. At home, my goal completed, I walked through the door And shook off raindrops from the umbrella right onto the ?oor. Anastasia Namsaraeva
VAGABOND

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