Umbriate Press Poetry

Of a birth uneven

From a small village

Calloused by calamity,

I watch my fellow citizens

Walk dogs more

Handsome than their masters.

I hear their wild calls

Of Ni Dieu Ni Maître

And smile to myself

Under a thatched roof

Inviting rain to enter

Wherever it can.

Often my friend Ling-hui

Will stop by to share a jug of wine

And news of the newest wisdom

We have gladly forgotten.