{"sf1_id":756883,"sf2_id":"ve36EYd1","title":"Xenophile","author":"Werefox Inari Sachi","words":93,"posted_at":"2014-09-15T02:32:00.000Z","tags":["Japan","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/756883-xenophile","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve36EYd1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/80/83/8083ba0c-089e-442e-a91f-5e4d29049dcc","description":"Sometimes I think my brain just babbles a lot, trying to sound pretty. Maybe that's because of high school English. Thanks, America.\nI have always wanted to burn Shakespeare alive, and bleach those old-English flourishes from my brain.","content":"I am neither Nippon-born,\n\nNor do I share the wild scorn\n\nFor passions erected of ancient days\n\nPortrayed upon a sun-bleached skein,\n\nInked in ebony, sold to the masses,\n\nLeft in dust upon my desk\n\nWhile I contemplate a better life,\n\nWhile Nippon gripes in its own strife--\n\nLoses its soul to past and present,\n\nAnd outsiders who view its dreams.\n\nHow can we part, viewer at Art\n\nHow can we look away and sunder\n\nLife accused and its own err\n\nWhence these dreams fly,\n\nHitherto we shut the door on ancient days?\n\n  \n  \n\n"}