Seppuku

I

Great stomach cutter,
Gleaming sword of suicide;
I have failed myself.
Disembowel my disgrace,
Restore me to honor’s throne.

 

II

Prepare silver edge,
I offer you my stomach,
Both calm and ready.
Release me from this prison,
Shatter these enclosing bars.

 

III

Inhale one last breath
As the blade pierces deeper
Into my stomach.
Watch a scarlet cascade spill
On my glorious deathbed.

 

IV

Life is a sojourn
Between two shores of stillness,
And now I descend
Like the blade from my stomach,
Beheaded, and then I fall.

 

V

Finally I rest
Beneath the soft, honored dawn
My hand has painted,
With each masterful brushstroke
Of my great stomach cutter.