Tuesday, June 2, 2015


Since you died, have you rambled?
Do you turn up sometimes towards dusk
On Chinese roadsides centuries ago
Always welcome for your stories?
Do other poor men share your food
And do you travel with them a while
As they seek the wonder rabbis?
Or do you deal in notions now
Bringing treasures from the pack
You've toted across the high hills?
When there is a wake, does the family
Pay you a few cents to stay up
So the dead man is not left alone?
Does the daughter who cannot sleep
Hear the things you and the corpse
Discuss so softly she ever after wonders
Whether she heard anything at all?

No comments:

Post a Comment