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by Elbert S.P. Lee
Slaughtered chickens hung by their nostrils, already skinned...
raw fish lay with stretched-out bellies...
I and these desolate beings, we exchanged glances,
each contemplated the other’s karma.
In this tamed entanglement
of life and death, of need and sacrifice,
a woman passed by...
she bought a stem of ginger flower,
to decorate her humble steel and concrete home.
(November 29, 1997; Wah Fu Market) |