The two poems below are from Harrison’s more recent volumes, 'Songs of Unreason' (2011) and 'In Search of Small Gods' (2009). Regarding his later verse, it is often identified as mortality poetry. But Harrison referred to his poem 'Barking' as a satori poem. And while that specific poem does contain the imagistic and thematic qualities traditionally found in Asian/Zen verse, the self applied characterization could work for the majority of the poems he penned later in life. 

To remember you're alive
visit the cemetery of your father
at noon after you've made love
and are still wrapped in a mammalian
odor that you are forced to cherish.
Under each stone is someone's inevitable
surprise, the unexpected death
of their biology that struggled hard, as it must.
Now to home without looking back,
enough is enough.
En route buy the best wine
you can afford and a dozen stiff brooms.
Have a few swallows then throw the furniture
out the window and begin sweeping.
Sweep until the walls are
bare of paint and at your feet sweep
until the floor disappears. Finish the wine
in this field of air, return to the cemetery
in evening and wind through the stones
a slow dance of your name visible only to birds.

The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain.

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