Wednesday, March 12, 2008

waka of budouadana: eights

Eight arrows arcing
Across the sky, their targets
Already settled,
A coordinated strike
That allows no turning back.
Everything must end,
The happy circle of friends,
The team of workers,
Its final task completed,
Each of its eight cups drained dry.
Blindfolded and bound,
In a jail of eight sharp swords,
Feeling powerless,
The young woman first accepts
Then overcomes her troubles.
Six wheels completed,
The worker diligently
Hammers the seventh
The eighth awaiting its turn,
The flow of work exalting.

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