Naked Poison

This is not trivial to me at all.
Whose closed doors swing wide open
under the fierce weight of what's to come, like a guest
arriving at that lonely cottage
to become its sole destination.

As if it brings pure roses,
life balanced with sweet fragrance—in every grain,
what you desire—essentially food itself...
The thick starch of rice, exactly that
will come bearing at war's end
garlanded offerings, mountains of harvest.

This is the boiled water of that very crop.
For this the tumult, the naked poison.
For this the war; in war my victory—
this is not trivial to me at all.