TOKYO 1951 - NIGHT
Benjamin Bowers
Power lines hang
like curving temple roofs
hollowed.
Us gaijin have
vacuumed
the belly of this land.
Shimmering spirits
search for shimenawa
in the hanging signs and eaves.
Acheson and Yoshida have linked
the dewy hand of the West
with the wrinkled East.
The land of the dying sun
hums with the whines
of dollar-fed shrines.
I walk the gleaming road
home following
English street signs.
Benjamin Bowers is a student studying Japanese in England. You can find his work in Stone of Madness Press, Backwards Trajectory, and Last Leaves Mag. He enjoys reading translated fiction and travelling. You can find him at benkb_poetry on Instagram.
