Dead Love: Zombie Haiku Mourning Morning

Ach, the dead are everywhere. Friends, fiends, fellow sufferers here on this planet of the apes and zombies—we can’t escape. So this a.m., a haiku by Japanese poet, Chiri, who died at age sixteen on the 17th day of September, 1917.

Bon wa itsu made
tsuzuku koto yara
takaotoro

—Chiri

Translation by Clément:

Festival of the Dead—
how long can it last?
lanterns hanging high.

—Erin Orison, DEAD LOVE/the Daily Slice

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