White kimono,
flowing outwards like,
purifying light-
I sit with my knife,
cold as a glacier.
Death, death, death,
Noble seppuku,
no heaven shall await-
I sit with my honor,
falling away like a cherry blossom.
Falling away,
I have lost it in the end,
gone away like the ghosts-
I am a lost lion,
fighting in death.
Ghost-songs,
Hell in a hand basket,
I have gained abyss-
Blood on my hands,
I wish to return.
Nicholas Peter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/japanese-death-poem/
