Blasting the cherry blossoms . . .

You've read--at least I hope you've read--Theodora Goss's seminal Infernokrusher poem. Now, prepare yourself for haikus from three of the premier literary talents of our time:

shônetsu ni
kemono torakku
haru kibaku

(In scorching heat,
beast trucks.
Springtime explodes.)

- David Moles

Still water's mirror,
Rippled by a landing crane.
And my flamethrower.

- Scott Westerfeld

Write Dr not Ms
Or exploded in pieces
You'll be Mr S

- Justine Larbalestier

I'm pretty sure that last one is a threat.

Updated to add that anyone who wishes to contribute their own IK haiku should do so in the comments. But remember; bad haiku makes Godzilla cry. Or at least upsets him. It's hard to tell for sure about the tears, what with all the stomping and the fire-breathing.