Grieving with Godzilla

A valley full of graves

When the Japanese do something

they do it to the nth degree

Whether it's flower arranging,

or fascism, or burying the dead

The Sun was settling down

Almost closing time

Only one other group here

On the other side

'Yoshio' his sister calls

'We're all here'

We're not exactly family

But minds can bond better than blood

Fresh flowers in my childish hands

Dad lights the incense

In front of a stone slab

One amongst so many thousands

Somber feeling, but

In the taxi home

The animated Godzilla of the GPS

Can't help but make me smile

When he gets bored in traffic

He picks up a car and starts eating it

I'll never be a part of this country

But I'll keep this memory with me

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