Poems

Lamenting

The first night
 
Dry flour is scattered
on the ground
 
She'll come
she'll come
leave her footprint
and go
 
We'll sleep
we'll sleep
though mourning we'll sleep
 
She'll see
She'll see
she'll see us no more
 
We'll pluck
we'll pluck
at dawn we'll pluck our hair
 
She'll stop
she'll stop
in midway she'll stop
 
We'll forget
we'll forget
in this very grief we'll forget