Swamp drains out to sea
Mountains shake, an open key
What do you mean, free?
A new day a new haiku

Hazy glow surrounds
Glooming steel spires towering down
Spectres crawl the ground


Dead heads hang in shame
What will happen to their name?
Fresh seeds fall like rain


Time flies, seasons change
Stripped of leaves, all that remains
Is this twisted frame
