A kamikaze has no policy
no health benefits
the retirement home is a hole and a dome
and the tombs have been robbed all to hell

the retirement for the soldiers who dove
like the thirsty for death the floating mole

So thirsty he drowned in the well and Oasis
A kamikaze is a typhoon and a catastrophe
as world shaking in its fall when they breached
the Eastern wall
nobody built a building that didn’t know or just feel that
he built it in the end for the silent audience
a star scattered sky that drifts idly by
no hint at to her children no hints would she give
she’s adrift in the midst of the memory of it