How many deny their religion
because it doesn’t say the name
God? How much is wrapped,
hidden, and shrouded,
like a burlap bag
over the condemned man’s head.

Dogma is human, thus precious.
The sacred is profane.
The intangible grows
uninhibited beneath the feet.
Aren’t you nervous?
The grass always
needs to be mowed.

Daryl Muranaka lives in Boston with his family. In his spare time, he enjoys aikido and taijiquan and exploring his children’s dual heritages. His first book, Hanami, was released by Aldrich Press in April 2015.

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