In Japan he led a life free of fear
A descendant of the samurai.
A life brief like a firework rocket
Exploding in the sky only to disappear...

Yokio Mishima's life shined like sun and steel
Writing,theater, temple of body and action,
Even bodybuilding three days per week,
Aware of words before flesh in a life surreal.

His pen was far mightier than katana sword
The divine wind carried his spirit away,
To a sea of fertility along with death poem
Through ritual suicide ending life to his own accord...

Mishima, the spirit of the samurai bows before you
Feudal lords rule your land no more.
We understand that true beauty attacks, robs and finally destroys
In poetry with a splash of blood even in a failed coup...