butterfly farm
the beauty
of death

(butterfly bred to be used as specimens
to decorate houses)

back home
fresh memories
from old scents

different time
departure clocks
on the boats

leaving us behind
linkhouse neighbour spruces up
his house

morn chill
the roses bow
in unison

the great wall
separating us from builders
laughters

autumn evening
a roll of granny's hair
joins the leaves

john tiong chunghoo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-beauty-of-death/