Haiku. Not buying into it.

Poetry? Dinky messages.
Japanese.
Value seems more in the
Words left unsaid
Inferences drawn.
Curtain only partially
Pulled back for
Something beautiful.
But remember Fella.
Little people.
Little land space.
Little tenuous tightrope
For effecting cohabitation.
No larger messages
Since Emperor worship
Went down in flames.
Hirohito shuffling around
In housecoat and sneakers
Lamenting in unfinished
Sentences.
Ejaculating bits of thoughts.
Alone.
And here I stand in Canada.
Land scarcely inhabited.
Anglophone with vast terminology
Synonyms beyond counting.
Crazy variety.
Large it seems, in every respect.
But is it pompous, showy?
Using fifty dollar words.
Jabbering on
Way after one is finished?
Not hearing the bell?
To each his own.
I’m thinkin’.