Friday, March 27, 2009

Dii Jinh


Dii Jinh

The __________ switched the cards,
tore up the old faces,
said: the bare earth is moist with dew,
clip the ears off these gates,
let them hear only their stomachs
grunt and heave now,
let them shriek from their hinges
behind you.


Sherwin Bitsui

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