Three weeks! This poem is a little punchier than the previous ones, which I happen to like. Still badly written, but what the hay.

Tortoises debate
Apes and ancestors unite
Darwin and Huxley

A newer and slightly better-written (read: more esoteric) one incorporating the Buddhist schooling we’ve been getting in Japanese lit. It may have been scribbled on my notes about Heike Monogatari, but it is about bio, I swear.

The bells of Gioi
ring for the blind processions
sight through time alone.

And, wow! 3 haiku for 3 weeks! Here’s an updated version of that one that may be even more impenetrable.

Bells of Gioi ring
unheeded by the pilgrims
yet sight comes through stone.