MYRIAM ANGUEIRA

Island Haiku

3 March 2008

We arrive at Darwin Cemetery. Tetsuo Maeda, one of my travelling companions, sitting next to a white, wooden fence, picks up a notebook and writes a draft for a Haiku.

There is a cemetery for nameless soldiers in a strange land at the end of the world. The wind sings sadly for the soldierssleeping in this foreign land. The souls of the fallen soldiers rise upand ask the birds riding the wind to deliver their message to the terra firma to the south.