A camera panning
Reveals the wrecks of ships,
The fleets of Japanese
Twisted in oblivion.
In the cavern of a sunken vessel
A diver's light
Picks out the cabin of an officer.
Encrusted uniform,
A phone that never rang again,
A pair of shoes
Now home to small, dark creatures,
Tea set frozen in an uncompleted ceremony.
In gun barrels thrust up
Underneath the waves
I feel the last gasp of the emperor.
I feel your small, bare hand
In mine.
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