Near the Tree with Caretaker Roots

1 February 2013

27th Century BCE, China

Firmly bound

In marmot skin

My winter daughter
Stiff as a branch

Arranged upright
In a vessel.

Petals, scattered,
Praiseworthy companions

Thrown to brighten
Her starless brow.

Yet colourless, my emotion.
A coursing grief

Falls on sharp blades.

What we know of emptiness
Is nothing.

Over the burial ditch

Between two dwellings

The sun will continue
To release its arrows.

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