In front of the crematorium, he put on
the white gloves he just took off
like a seasoned cook is used to his own
dishes, effectively preventing the
continued cycle of the food chain.
A fire recalled from hell for
ten minutes or more. For a long time, they
looked at their watches with red eyes , like waiting for the
food in a restaurant, but they
couldn't eat their mother's braised pork ribs anymore
, and now they are steaming hot . They can
no longer see the pained mouth.
Then she was still
The exact taste of death and the grayish-white bones of a living person
, carefully ground here to be
packed into an open marble box
Remember this shovel is the womb and that shovel
is the breast...the same color as she used to be
Hair,
like the ashes of grass and trees plucked out of the stove, I
remember these living soils, although
I don't know which direction the wind will blow next ,
I still say "thank you"
to everything in a hoarse voice. At dusk, the fire here will be extinguished
today His gloves are no longer white
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