中国大好き

Ma Haiyi
SILENCE

What is this secret deep in the grave?
It has never told you, doesn’t tell now.
You kneel before it, you offer wine.
It has never told you, doesn’t tell now.
You hire grave robbers, digging with shovels.
Go through it, empty it, leave it alone.
It doesn’t tell anything.
Till it’s blown flat by the wind.

Tr. MW, Sept. 2015

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