tsundoku
It spun and took out
the shroud, sending rock dust
into fresh wounds and a homesick mouth.
After it surrounded any doleful, onlooking curs,
it sated itself with unlatching nodes from unkempt tufts
of palm trees and jumbled nori, discarding them along Tohoku's coast.

Unusual ruptures surged, hurling
kakis, koi, kicking askew a katsura.
Oolong poured onto Obasan's books.
Did Edo endure as dire a dream's end?
Nine ends never known by a kitsune.
Unusual tumults, tumescent furor—
so sets a squall as animus asunder,
tattooed to tacit mouths: tsunami.