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it has not been the first time Lhasa
it has not been the first time Lhasa
was strewn with sick and powerless
khatas. just as from a thousand
miles away, Rangoon carried
abandoned sandals like a lost
mother, with tear gas in her
autumn eyes –
the square here today lies
pallid underneath a sea of
cotton and silk
at once meaningless
in their untimely sacrifice
.
Yi-Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits on "Healthy Doses"
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