
Yun Tongju was arrested in 1943 as a thought criminal and confined in Fukuoka Prison, where he died. His first collection of poetry — Sky, wind, stars and poetry — was not published in his lifetime for fear of Japanese censorship; it eventually was published in 1948.
The Cross
The sun was following me
but it is now caught on the cross
on top of the church.
How can I get up
that high on the steeple?
No sound comes from the bell:
I might as well whistle and hang around.
If I were permitted my own cross,
like the man who suffered,
the blessed Jesus Christ,
I would hang my head
and quietly bleed
blood that would blossom like a flower
under a darkening sky.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. He is the award-winning author of the poetry collections Poiema (Wipf & Stock) and So The Moon Would Not Be Swallowed (Rubicon Press). They are both available at: www.dsmartin.ca