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Formosan Elegy

You have lived six decades     and you have lived none

You have loved many     and you have loved no one

You wedded three wives       but you lie in your cold bed alone

You sired four children     but they cannot forgive you

Knock at emptiness    a house without your love

Strike the pine box     no answer    all hollow

You planted plums near the gate     but they bear no fruit

You raised herbs in the veranda     fresh and savory

I cry for you     but no sound wells up in my throat

I sing for you     but my tears have dried in my gullet

Walk the old dog     give the budgies a cool bath

Cut a tender melon     let it bleed into memory

The robe you washed     hangs like a carcass flayed

The mug you loved       is stained with old coffee

Your toothbrush is silent        grease mums your comb

Something's lost        something's made strong

Around the corner    a new prince yearns to be loved

A fresh turn of phrase       a bad strophe erased

A random image       crafts itself into a poem

A sleepless Taipei night       a mosquito's symphony

Who will cry for you    me and your sister Colette

Who will cry for you    me and your Algerian sister

You were a rich man    but you held on to your poverty

You were a poor man    who loved gold over dignity

I sit near your body bag       and sing you a last song

I sit near your body bag      and chant your final sutra

What's our place on earth?     nada       nada       nada

What's our destiny?       war     grief     maggots     nada

Arms      cheeks    cock     femur    eyelids    nada

Cowl     ox      lamb     vellum    marrow    nada

Vulva      nada     semen    nada    ovum    nada

Eternity     nada       heaven    nada    void    nada

Birth and death the same blackened womb

Birth and death the same white body bag

Detach     detach we enter the world alone

Detach     detach we leave the world bone lonely

If we can't believe in god       we must believe in love

We must believe in love       we must believe in love

And they zip you up        in your white body bag

White body bag        white    white     body       bag

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