By Zheng Min

Tightly wrapped
with silk
the pale, young body
like a lotus flower
is buried five meters deep
You and I stand by the grave
like two stone men
or two stone horses

We’ve buried everything
The sound of closing graves
hits hard
on the earth

One evening I walk through
a busy street alone
Suddenly I smell
a lotus scent, and hear a phantom
sound of a pipe organ
The mummy is sending a message
from the dark underground
five meters below

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