Tuesday, September 9, 2014

How My Grandmother Joined the Sky

by Cynthia Arrieu-King
From her collection, People Are Tiny in Paintings of China

In China, her daughters
and sons argued who'd
pay rent on her burial vault, 
so they reburied her
in the bamboo forest:
ceremony, white lotus,
getting drunk on wine.
They forgot to mark
the grave.
          In the country
shaped like a dragon
and packed with a billion
swallowed people, her ashes wait
and don't mind being misplaced.
Her ashes alone like an abandoned
dog while the wind sweeps all
the iron she was into its arms.