Hanasakajijii (One: The Angry Neighbor)

I, of wicked deeds, snarling mouth,

Wandered away. Wandered by.

I passed your house, had seen a mountain.

The riches. A metal taste in my mouth for

The riches. Asked a question, took the dog

To the yard, and where he snarled

I dug, pulling out the bites of snakes!

And slugs and bugs and slugs and bugs

And slugs and blah!

I dug, pulling out the broken rake.

Tar, shingles, knives with duller blades.

I took the wood,

Split it into two,

Made a bed for him.

Laid it in a line.

I dug, I rubbed,

A spark! A flame!

A sun born, waiting for the body.

Turn the embers, glowing.

And I could feel the eyes that hang

Above the fence,

Between the cracks.

The knowledge of the death, the death,

Uncovered where I buried it.

But he just kept pulling it out

So I killed him.