The Great Wave Off Kanagawa - Poem by Dennis Spilchuk
Morning and the fishers put out to sea,
With joy and farewells to their families,
Unaware today they would meet with fate,
To fight for life with a giant rogue wave.
Frothed in rage the tempest would not relent,
Incensed that they take without recompense,
The bounty of its trove with gluttony,
As if deemed chosen to exploit with greed.
"Bend those backs to the wind row and repel,
Vain Kanagawa reprieve yourselves! "
Spewed in boast the Kami Tsunami,
Amid the background of the great Mt. Fuji.
Fear seized their hearts and terror blazed their eyes:
Their hands bled and muscles groaned agony.
They who boldly bragged coward in the throes,
As the boats were tossed on the vast ocean.
The challenge met and defeat imminent,
Victory though sweet claims countless victims.
In disbelief they maintain their postures,
As the wave splinters the wooden structures.
The end is near, all is lost or so they thought;
On their knees one by one, made peace with God.
And this their last hour they in despair,
Prayed for the storm to abate, and were spared.
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