Tanka

1
The old woman looks
Upon the grave of her son
Dead thirty-three years.
A tear falls by the wayside
Hiroshima now: at rest.

2
Oh! Technicolor
Idol of the multitudes
Salvation of few
You have lit up our planet
Pyretic: burning our books

3
Puck and Good King Pym
Here assembled for our view
Westminster Abbey
Lost songs of Haiku poets
Mail bag from Avon-on-Trent

4
Dylan Thomas stole
My mind with his silver tongue
Glossolalia
A flame over his head sparks
He lit up his cigarette