Poetry

Infamous in death. 
You stop fighting─ 
with me. I will ask the dynasty, 
Where was your enemy? 
 
It was within you, he 
said. Crawling in the dark─ 
poems. Will you invite 
the monk for the atonement? 
 
Spiritual? Between the 
sentences, you fall asleep. 
Green-crockery turn to a 
naked statue, for comfort. 
 
The black lips start 
kissing the red hooks.