Three Talking Tanka

Trail of slaughter vans

Floating through thick waves of fog

Roosters stay silent.

Headlights piercing through whiteness

Making the world glow orange.

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Huddled together

The crowd of evening walkers

Some amble haughty.

A blow comes chilling of wind,

Pace slows down of eager ones.

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Bells start ringing loud

Chants emerge from the within

Where they say God is.

Thinking through warmth of blanket

I hear my wild thumping heart.

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I am linking it up with When I Write Tanka (Part 1)- Hisashi Nakamura.

Image sourceArtwork titled Winter Fog by Victoria Heryet.