Here's a very chilling poem. I feel that there are many ways to read this tanka, although I am not sure if the poet intended for there to be a "correct way." Does anyone think this calls to mind one of the stories we've read? And why?
I'll turn to water--
the blood of my parents
will come to an end.
I think this is a fun way to get some comments going and see if anyone has remotely the same thought-track about these poems as I do!! If nobody posts in a few days I'll edit this with my thoughts on it!