funeral march, no mourners*

urban weeds ©papa osmubal

urban weeds ©papa osmubal

funeral march
no mourners*
agnes vong

a small hut in the grass
by the reeds in the river

the eldest son
caught an eel
but it had to be thrown back

the second son
looked after the chicken farm
culled all of them

now just the youngest son
plays with a chick
— the one that got away

vegetables, rice— all that they ate
even their shit is poison


* from The Drunken Boat

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